Hate Me on the Low [Verse 1]
Lil n***a here but I came from a whole lot
Say I don't give a f**, if you hatin' n***a, hold up
Man, all of y'all n***as sold out
And I think it's still amazin'
I got n***as f**in' with me, I know b**hes that do too
Yeah, that salt around my city ask them b**hes that you knew
I'm gon' always judge a n***a by the b**hes that you choose
Yeah, I keep my circle tight, but all them motherf**ers' loose
Two cups full of Henny for some n***as that uh f** around
With some bad b**hes that we couldn't f** with
Back when we didn't have fast whips, and the money around with us all
I know they gon' hate, tell them motherf**in' n***as, don't hate it
I tell her give me space 'cause a motherf**in' n***a so faded
And why the f** you tryna play me?
Say you f**in' with me when I know you f**in' shady
That Kirk on, that whip playin', a little purp blowin', that Swiss chainin'
n***as hatin' on me, they snakin' on me, I'm just sayin'
[Hook]
I thought you were my friend, my friend, my friend
It turned out you pretend, pretend, pretend
You hate me on the low
How could you hate me on the low?
And I'm like damn, damn, damn
Ain't no way you can be my n***a or my friend
You hate me on the low
How could you hate me on the low?
[Verse 2]
Tints all on my Benzo, black tuck in that blue thing
I'm like what the f** I need friends for?
Always there when I got bread, never around when these heads low
f** you when that money come and don't never ask for no cents hoe
It's too much b**hes here, too much hoes to f**
Too much liquor sh**, b**h I'm throwed as f**
They got so much hate, I got so much love
I can't even f** with these n***as, no
Old friends, I don't f** with no more
They be all on my dick and so
Who the f** is back there? Bunch a fake a** n***as that be trying to act serious
And as lame as that there, treat me different like I wasn't the same last year
It's plain as black hair, y'all n***as be hatin' in that there
It's some lame sh**, I'm trying to get paid like that there
n***as hatin', I just wanted my change like cashier
[Hook]
I thought you were my friend, my friend, my friend
It turned out you pretend, pretend, pretend
You hate me on the low
How could you hate me on the low?
And I'm like damn, damn, damn
Ain't no way you can be my n***a or my friend
You hate me on the low
How could you hate me on the low? The Suggestion