Yo Pi'erre
Pi’erre Bourne Lyrics


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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 hold that call the press
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 a 40 hour week?

Aye we outside, we here
I'm outside, we here
Aye and I ain't goin' nowhere
You should get to know 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

Overall Meaning

The song Yo Pi'erre is a collaboration between Pi'erre Bourne and Playboi Carti. The lyrics describe the two artists being outside and not going anywhere, and everyone wanting them to come out. The chorus repeatedly says "you should get to know Pi'erre" which could be interpreted as an invitation to the listener to get to know the artist and his music.


The first verse talks about Pi'erre's expensive Rollie watch and disregard for the police. He also boasts about his wealth, with "big guap guacamole" and a "white hoe" named Cody. Playboi Carti makes an appearance in the second verse, talking about his rise to success ("yeah, I'm up next") and his decision to quit his job to pursue music.


Overall, the song seems to be a celebration of the two artists' success and status in the music industry. It also serves as a confident declaration that they are not going anywhere and will continue to produce music.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo!
The singer is getting someone's attention.


Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
The singer is asking Pi'erre to join them outside.


Aye we outside, we here (yo)
The singer and Pi'erre are already outside.


I'm outside, we here
The artist is emphasizing that they are outside at the moment.


Aye and I ain't goin' nowhere (at all)
The artist intends to stay where they are.


You should get to know Pi'erre (what)
The singer is suggesting that others should get to know Pi'erre better.


Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)
Pi'erre is in demand and everyone wants him to be there.


I got real ice on my Rollie, uh, fuck the police
The artist has a high-quality Rollie watch with real diamonds and does not like the police.


All these bitches swear they know me, they don't know me
Women claim to know the artist, but they do not truly know him.


I got big guap guacamole, white hoe call her Cody
The artist has a lot of money and a white woman named Cody.


Titties fat, told her show me, high beam, nigga Rollie
The singer asks a woman to show him her large breasts and shows off his Rollie watch.


In the hood with my Rollie, East Atlanta with Young Nudy
The artist goes to the hood with his Rollie watch and hangs out in East Atlanta with Young Nudy.


Shawty fuck me, yeah, she choosing, fuck me like a groupie
A woman willingly has sex with the singer, as if she is a groupie.


A.K with that toolie, uh, in that bih we foolie
The singer has an AK-47 gun and is acting recklessly in a situation with other people.


Your shit do not move me, uh, all my niggas foolie foolie
The singer is not impressed by someone else's actions and his friends are acting crazy.


Yeah I'm up next, I'm the best
The artist believes he is the next big thing and the best at what he does.


No flex, whatever hold that call the press
The artist does not need to brag because his talent speaks for itself and he deserves media attention.


Hit it from the back, collision and then we crash
The singer has rough sex with a woman resulting in a collision, either physically or metaphorically.


Aye I wake up, the breakfast in the bag (what, what)
The singer wakes up to breakfast in a bag that was likely delivered to him.


I just made some bands in my sleep (what)
The artist made a lot of money without actively doing anything.


Quit my job, told 'em I'm making beats (go, go, go)
The artist quit his job to pursue music production.


What the fuck is a 40 hour week?
The artist questions the concept of a standard 40-hour work week.


Errbody want me to come out here
Everyone wants the singer to be present.


You should get more Pi'erre
The artist recommends that others should get to know Pi'erre better.


Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre
The singer addresses Pi'erre multiple times to get his attention or emphasize his name.


Yo, yo, ain't goin' nowhere
The singer is not planning to leave anytime soon.


Yo, you should get more Pi'erre
The singer encourages others to become more familiar with Pi'erre.


Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre
The artist addresses Pi'erre again to get his attention or emphasize his name.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jordan Terrell Carter, Jordan Timothy Jenks

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@arakine5239

[Intro: Michelle Obama]
(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? Oh my, 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 (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, 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, du-du)
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 40 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



All comments from YouTube:

@biguzivert03

This shit is madly underrated. This undoubtedly is one of the hardest Pi’erre songs.

@ProdZeltra

Fax this slaps

@trentonjones915

Planet namek

@ambatukam_omagoyd

This undoubtedly is one of the hardest Pi’erre songs. BRUH by just saying yo pierre

@Iandshark

def my favorite

@jmo8192

HELL no

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@LXNESTRRR

yall sleeping on this fire bruh....

@daniels5853

carti's verse is so good I stg

@maiaischmidt2470

U been sleeping for 2 years bruh.......

@purofierro5208

@@maiaischmidt2470 Fr

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