Daniel Worthy - Hate Me on the Low lyrics

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