I can't hold my liquor This man can't handle his weed Dark the moon is now From Chicago south of town I'm on getting yeller I heard it on the radio now I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me my nigga But you really just know it all means Bitch I'm back out my coma Waking up in your sofa When I park my Range Rover Slightly scratch your Corolla Okay I smash your Corolla I'm hanging on a hangover Five years we been over Ask me why I came over One more hit and I can own ya One more fuck and I can own ya One cold night in October Pussy had me floating Feel like Deepak Chopra Pussy had me dead My car Tupac over Yeezy's all in your sofa These the Red Octobers Still ain't learn me no manners You love me when I ain't sober You love me when I'm hungover Even when I blowed you over Then your auntie came over Skinny bitch with no shoulders Telling you that I'm bogus Bitch you don't even know us Baby girl he's a loner Baby girl he's a loner Late night organ donor After that he disown you After that it's just hopeless So it makes me become soulless When it's over it's over And bitch I'm back out my coma Caller of your old place Shits all over the place I don't give you phone Oh a phone home I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas they can't control me You say you know me my nigga But you really just know it all means I heard you need a new set I heard you need a new stay I heard you a need a new phone I know you rents ain't be home Caller of your old place Shits all over the place I don't give you phone Oh phone home