​goin up (atm) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We in this b*tch and we piping up, yeah, yeah, just tighten up
We in this b*tch with like all the drugs, uh, my n*gga just tighten up
The hills on fire, yeah, huh, yeah, we still goin' up
[?] higher than [?], we not tired, we livin' it up
In the party with all of the drugs, it's just boot up lil' baby, it's nothin'
Pop a bean and now I'm seeing double, hit that lil b*tch pass her friend to my brother

[Verse]
It's not Dior my jeans but my sh*t's Undercover
Put Nike and Dior, my Glock, it's a custom
Smoking dope and we serving them custos, to this life that I'm living accustomed
Yeah, thumbing up nachos, we addicted to motherf*cking money
Yeah, and I do not trust hoes, I can't f*ck her if she don't get money
I put that sh*t on, [?]
Real n*gga, baby I need an agent
I don't see it if it's not my paper
I ain't never gave a f*ck 'bout a hater
We do it now, n*gga never later
He is a clown so we gonna play him
Think these b*tches mad cause I f*cking played them
I told them hate the game, not the player
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We in this b*tch and we piping up, yeah, yeah, just tighten up
We in this b*tch with like all the drugs, uh, my n*gga just tighten up
We in this b*tch with like all the drugs (with all the drugs), my n*gga just tighten up
The hills on fire, yeah, huh, yeah, we still goin' up
[?] higher than [?], we not tired we livin' it up
In the party with all of the drugs, it's just boot up lil baby it's nothin'
Pop a bean and now I'm seeing double, hit that lil b*tch pass her friend to my brother

[Outro]
Bow, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, uh
We in this b*tch and we piping up, just tighten up
We in this b*tch with like all the drugs, uh, my n*gga just tighten up