Hold My Liquor

I can hold my liquor

But this man can’t handle his weed

Dark and lonely now

On Chicago, south of town

I'm on to Indiana

I heard it in 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 the old me

Bitch I'm back out my coma

Waking up on your sofa

When I park my Range Rover

Slightly scratch your Corolla

Okay, I smashed 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

Might call 2Pac over

Yeezy's all on your sofa

These them 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 blow doja

Then her auntie came over

Skinny bitch with no shoulders

Tellin' 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 ya

After that he's just hopeless

Soul mates become soulless

When it's over it's over

And bitch, I'm back out my coma

Callin' up your uncle's place

Shit's all over the place

I don't hear your phone

Ohhh I wanna phone home

I heard you need a new fad (a new girl)

I heard you need a new stack (a new girl)

I heard you need a new phone (a new girl)

I know your 'rents ain't be home (a new girl)