Yo Pi'erre! (Original)

[Intro: Young Nudy]

(Yo, yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne & Playboi Carti]

Ayy, we outside, we here (Phew, phew, Bitch, bitch, bitch, yo)

I'm outside, we here (Bitch, Phew, phew, du-du)

Ayy, and I ain't goin' nowhere (At all, phew, yo)

You should get to know Pi'erre (What?)

Everybody want me to come out here (What?)

Everybody want me to come out here (What? What? What? What? What?On my, what?)

You should get to know Pi'erre (Ooh, doot-doot)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (I got real ice on my—, beep)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (Uh, what? What? What? What?)

Yo, yo, I ain't goin' nowhere (I got real ice on my—, yeah)

Yo, you should get to know Pi'erre (Uh, ooh, ooh, ooh, what? I got real ice on my)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

(Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]

I got real ice on my Rollie

Uh, ooh, fuck the police

All these bitches swear they know me, ooh, ooh

They don't know me

I got big guap, guacamole (Mole)

White ho, call her Cody

Titties fat, told her show me

Molly bean, nigga rollin' (Slatt)

In the hood with my Rollie (Slatt, slatt)

East Atlanta with Young Nudy (Slatt, what?)

Shawty fuck me, yeah, she choosin' (What?)

Fuck me like a groupie (Groupie)

Hellcat with that toolie (Toolie)

Ooh, in that bitch we foolie (Go)

Your shit do not move me, ooh

All my niggas fully, fully (What? What? What? What?)

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne & Playboi Carti]

Ayy, we outside, we here (What? What? What?)

I'm outside, we here (Phew, phew, doot-doot)

Ayy, and I ain't goin' nowhere (What? At all, phew)

You should get to know Pi'erre (What?)

Everybody want me to come out here (What?)

Everybody want me to come out here (What? What? What? What? What? What?)

You should get to know Pi'erre (Ooh, du-du)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (Beep)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (Uh, what? What? What? What?)

Yo, yo, I ain't goin' nowhere (At all)

Yo, you should get to know Pi'erre (What?)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

[Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne & Playboi Carti]

Yeah, I'm up next, I'm the best, ayy (What? What? What? What?)

No flex, ayy (What? What? What? What?)

Wild out, ho, like Kyla Pratt

Hit it from the back, collision and then we crash

Ayy, I wake up, the breakfast in the bag (What? What?)

Yeah, I just made some bands in my sleep (What? Go)

Quit my job, told 'em I'm making beats (Go, go)

What the fuck is forty hours a week? (Go, go)

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]

Ayy, we outside, we here

I'm outside, we here

Ayy, and I ain't goin' nowhere

You should get to know Pi'erre

Everybody want me to come out here

Everybody want me to come out here

You should get to know Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, I ain't goin' nowhere

Yo, you should get to know Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre