Lyrics Yo Pi'erre! - Pi'erre Bourne, Playboi Carti

Yo Pi'erre!

Yo!
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
Aye we outside, we here (yo)
I’m outside, we here
Aye and I ain’t goin' nowhere (at all)
You should get to know Pi’erre (what)
Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)
Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)
You should get to know Pi’erre
Yo, yo, yo, Pi’erre
Yo, yo, yo, Pi’erre (what)
Yo, yo, ain’t goin' nowhere (yuh)
Yo, should get to know Pi’erre (what)
Yo, yo, yo, Pi’erre
I got real ice on my Rollie, uh, fuck the police
All these bitches swear they know me, they don’t know me
I got big guap guacamole, white hoe call her Cody
Titties fat, told her show me, high beam, nigga Rollie
In the hood with my Rollie, East Atlanta with Young Nudy
Shawty fuck me, yeah, she choosing, fuck me like a groupie
A.K with that toolie, uh, in that bih we foolie
Your shit do not move me, uh, all my niggas foolie foolie
Aye we outside, we here (yo)
I’m outside, we here
Aye and I ain’t goin' nowhere
You should get to know Pi’erre (what)
Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)
Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)
You should get to know Pi’erre
Yo, yo, yo, Pi’erre
Yo, yo, yo, Pi’erre (what)
Yo, yo, ain’t goin' nowhere
Yo, should get to know Pi’erre (what)
Yo, yo, yo, Pi’erre
Yeah I’m up next, I’m the best
No flex, whatever
Hit it from the back, collision and then we crash
Aye I wake up, the breakfast in the bag (what, what)
I just made some bands in my sleep (what)
Quit my job, told 'em I’m making beats (go, go, go)
What the fuck is 40 hour week?
Aye we outside, we here
I’m outside, we here
Aye and I ain’t goin' nowhere
You should get more Pi’erre
Errbody want me to come out here
Errbody want me to come out here
You should get more Pi’erre
Yo, yo, yo, Pi’erre
Yo, yo, yo, Pi’erre
Yo, yo, ain’t goin' nowhere
Yo, you should get more Pi’erre
Yo, yo, yo, Pi’erre