เนื้อเพลง Hate Me on The Low The Suggestion - Tory Lanez

[Verse 1:]
Little n*gga here but I came from a whole lot
Say I don't give a f*ck if you hating n*gga hold up
Man, all ya'll n*ggas sold out
And I think still it's amazing
I got n*ggas f*cking with me, I know b*tches that do too
Yeah, that salt around my city ask them b*tches that you knew
I'm gonna always judge a n*gga by the b*tches that you choose
Yeah, I keep my circle tight, but all them mothaf*cka's (loose)
Two cups full of henny for some n*ggas that uh f*ck around
With some bad b*tches that we couldn't f*ck with, back when we didn't have fast whips, and the money around with us (aw)
I know they gonna hate, tell them mothaf*cking n*ggas don't hate it
I sound like give me space cause a mothaf*cker n*gga so faded
And why the f*ck you trying to play me, say you f*cking with me when I know you f*cking shady
That kirk on, that whip playing, a little purp blowing that swiss chaining
N*ggas hating on me, they snaking on me, I'm just sayin

[Hook:]
I thought you were my friend, my friend, my friend
It turned out you pretend, pretend, pretend (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*gga or my friend (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*ck I need friends fo'
Always there when I got bread, never around when these heads low
F*ck you when that money come, and don't never ask for no cents ho'
It's too much b*tches here, too much hoes to f*ck, too much liquor sh*t, b*tch I'm throwed as f*ck
They got so much hate, I got so much love, I can't even f*ck with these n*ggas, no
Old friends I don't f*ck with no more
They be all on my d*ck and so
Who the f*ck is back there, bunch a fake ass n*ggas 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, ya'll n*ggas be hating in that there,
With some lame sh*t, I'm trying to get paid like that there,
N*ggas 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 (hate me on the low)
How could you hate me on the low?
And I'm like damn, damn, damn
Ain't no way that you can be my n*gga or my friend (hate me on the low)
How could you hate me on the low?

These n*ggas hate on the low
They wanna shake me for it all
What's won is won
These n*ggas hate on the low
Act like your homie but behind yo back they sow

Me, I'm just a fly guy
Lookin for a lady
Someone better help me up
And drop it over from me
Hope you don't take it wrong girl
You drivin a n*gga crazy
And I just gotta know girl
Before you're f*ckin different
F*ckin different...
F*ckin different...
F*ckin different...