Hate On the Low Lyrics

Yeah I know

You hate on the low

Aim it at your dome

Smoking on the dope

Got a baddie back at home

Pussy you don't know

What I got in store

So keep it on the low

Yeah I know

You hate on the low

Aim it at your dome

Smoking on the dope

Got a baddie back at home

Pussy you don't know

What I got in store

So keep it on the low

Yeah Yeah (uuh)

She doing tricks, soleil

I'm talking my shit, okay

Fucked his bitch, no way

I couldn't swim and I started drowning, so I had to make me a wave

Take another one straight to the face

(Take another one straight to the brain)

She not tryna' use me

Your bitch just a groupie

Sorry she wanna do me

You don't like it, sue me

She get wet like

She get wet jacuzzi

Livin' like a movie

Patek water, toosii

Fuck inside a two seat

I get chicken two piece

Love me or you lose me

Talking shit excuse me

Tweaking off the Lucy

Hate it when its gloomy

Judging bitches, Judy

Sorry I get moody

Y'all pissed me off, okay I'm chilling now

Fuck that bitch one time and bring her back around

Y'all ain't for me, I can't bring you back around

It's all smiles, man I swear I hate to frown

Yeah I know

You hate on the low

Aim it at your dome

Smoking on the dope

Got a baddie back at home

Pussy you don't know

What I got in store

So keep it on the low

Yeah I know

You hate on the low

Aim it at your dome

Smoking on the dope

Got a baddie back at home

Pussy you don't know

What I got in store

So keep it on the low

Yeah, put that shit in motion

Tweaking off that potion

Poppin', you ain't notice?

Changed, I thought you know this

Saw my heart was cold, so I had to freeze my whole wrist

I set the bar way low, how the fuck you still below it?

You supporting for the show, but you hating on the low

Needed you but you was ghost, you was chilling back at home

Pour my heart out in these notes, maybe I'll feel less alone

Guess it's murder that she wrote

Disappear, I'm going ghost