[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, yo)
I'm outside, we here (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? I got real ice on my—, what?)
You should get to know Pi'erre (Ooh, I got real ice on my—, doot-doot)
Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (Beep)
Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (Uh, what? What? What? What?)
Yo, yo, I ain't goin' nowhere (Yeah)
Yo, you should get to know Pi'erre (Uh, ooh, ooh, ooh, what?)
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 (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, n***a 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 n***as 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