Lyrics Hate Me - YoungBoy Never Broke Again , Trippie Redd

You actin' like you hate me (hate me, yeah)
Where is your love? (love, yeah)
You do too much complaining (complaining, yeah)
Where is your trust? (love, trust)
Flyin' in a Wraith, yeah
Pass by time through the day, yeah (skrrt)
Blinded with hate, yeah
I ain't got time for the chase, yeah
Just me and my bae, yeah
One shot, get the racks out the safe, yeah (yeah)
We gon' party too late, yeah
Do the dash in a whip on the trace, yeah (skrrt)
Ice tray diamonds on froze, get a migraine
Life on the edge, live it up on the high lane
Me and Trippie Redd back to back on the same thing
Late night, turn in the club doing my thing
Sip drank, get a cup, I'ma pour the whole thing
Shawty playin' games, she don't wanna sell her soul, man (no, oh)
Sayin' that she love me but I'm knowing that she don't, man
Playing back and forth, probably thinking I'm dumb, man
Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, nigga
Worry 'bout a check (worry 'bout a bitch, nigga, worry 'bout a check)
Nigga, VVS diamonds
Lil' nigga had to flex (them VVS diamonds, young nigga had to flex)
Nigga hoppin' out the 'Rari them I'm hoppin' in the jet
(Then I'm hoppin' out the 'Rari then I'm hoppin' on the plane)
Bad lil' bitch all on my dick, I want the neck
Ayy, she want the dick
I don't want sex, I want the neck (I want the neck)
Ayy, me and YoungBoy tossing these hoes
We want the neck, ayy (we want the neck)
Whole full moon in the middle of the day
I done jumped out my sleep, heard the phone go ring
Back to back, we be flippin' these hoes on a train
Keep a pole, we never be playin' no games (bah)
Diamonds gon' shine, put an eight on my chain (chain)
I done ran up the money, stay true to the gang (no lie)
Diamonds, they shining, that's all through the rain
Through all the mud and through all the pain (yeah)
You actin' like you hate me (hate me)
Where is your love? (where is your love? yeah)
You do too much complaining (too much complaining)
Where is your trust? (where is your trust? yeah)
Flyin' in a wraith, yeah (skrrt)
Pass by time through the day, yeah (it's time for the date)
Blinded with hate, yeah
I ain't got time for the chase, yeah (time for the chase)
Just me and my bae, yeah
One shot, get the racks out the safe, yeah
We gon' party too late, yeah
Do the dash in a whip on the trace, yeah (yeah)