I am not saying to do this, this worked for me though.
We girlfriend now wife and I lived in an apartment, there was a terrible tenant who would let their dog pee in the hallway, and they had police often for domestic abuse. They finally got evicted, which was a huge sigh of relief. In their place two college kids, who had friends over all the time, especially weekends. I'm talking like 15 people crammed into a 2 bedroom apartment
They would smoke weed, which I don't normally care about, but 15-20 people ripping it for hours would start to get very obnoxious I've had my party days so I get it. Include the noise on a Sunday night at 11 when we had to get up at 530 am on Monday to work was getting ridiculous
My first complaint to the landlord was the noise, that went on deaf ears, "yeah we'll look into it" a few weeks went by and there were more people jammed in there.
This time I brought up the noise and the amount of weed smoke in the common hallway and out apartment had a door in the master that led to a fir escape hallway, every apartment had this, so trying to sleep was also filled with the overwhelming smell of weed, and a scent I have no idea why makes me go into Hulk mode, patchouli, I fuckin hate it.
Landlord said well maybe they have a medicinal need, I look at her in the face, and said I know you don't fucking believe that line, right. She didn't say anything else
One particular Sunday, they left the apartment, they were up almost all of Saturday night, and on Sunday when they left, they left a yippy dog barking for hours, and I mean hours. So we were annoyed from that too.
They come home stumbling in the hallway Sunday evening, friends come over and the party begins, thump thump thump, yelling, weed so overwhelming it was going through our apartment.
I am an Irish hothead, I will fully admit to that.
I looked at my girlfriend in the eyes, she knew something was up. I got up opened our door insanely fast so it slammed the wall, and punded the fuck out of their door, fully prepared to get into it, the music died off, and a dude with a fuckin shag cut opens the door and goes "uh what's up?". That is when I fucking laid into them, looking and scanning across the room meeting as many eyes as I could. I mean really laid into them.
No one said anything back, not a word. I stepped into the door way and slammed their door closed and went back to my apartment. The music came back on at a fraction of what it was, and the weed smoke took a while to die down, BUT they started to go out onto their balcony to smoke, no more in the apartment.
So the moral of the story is, maybe don't be a hot head, but bring it up, and maybe they will understand where you're coming from and change up some habits, or they'll get worse and you'll have to deal or have to move
Bottom line, I would live in a car before I go back to an apartment in my life