Yo Pi’erre Slime - Trippie Redd

Oh

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Yeah

I tote Berettas

I'm in Alpharetta

Red marinara

Cheese mozzarella

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

Steppin' on whatever

Red rag, red bandana

Ridin' 'round with that blammer (Bah)

Ridin' 'round with that hammer (Bah)

I'm in all red like Santa (Okay)

She lay on that wood like a camper (Come on)

You know I'm the shit, no Pamper (Come on)

You got her wet, got her damper (Yeah)

I'ma finger that bitch through her panties (Okay)

Pourin' a four in a Fanta (Okay)

Put my heart and my soul in my blammer (Yeah)

Put my heart and my soul in the slammer (Yeah)

They ain't even wanna give him no chance (Huh?)

Why you hatin'? You ain't gettin' no bands (Yeah)

Leave that pussy boy layin' in the sand (Woah)

You ain't worth shit, bitch, but sand

Pop out bitch, who Dirty Dan? (Dirty Dan)

I tote Berettas

I'm in Alpharetta

Red marinara

Cheese mozzarella

Bloodshed, vendetta

Steppin' on whatever (Yeah)

Red rag, red bandana (Okay)

Ridin' 'round with that blammer (Okay)

Move in slow motion, I got that potion

My weed is potent, oh, that's your girlfriend?

That bitch is ho'in', that bitch is goin' (Goin', ah)

That bitch is goin' wherever I'm rollin'

Chopper leave you soulless (Bah)

He not lit, he posin' (Bah)

I been this, I'm chosin' (Brrt)

King shit, you notice

Drop my sword, be holdin' (Ah)

That boy way too croakin', forever we rollin'

Told her, "Fuck," told her, "Now"

He poppin' shit but he tellin' a lie (Tellin' a lie)

Out of this world, get sent to the sky (Sent to the sky)

Big dawg shit, conquer the vine (Bah)

All this pain, I can't cry

Don't trust niggas, sorry for killin' the vibe (Vibe)

Just bought hella chops, I'ma fill up the ride (Ride)

I'm big man, bitch, better pray to God

Ooh, ooh

Ooh (Oh), ooh

Ooh (Oh), ooh

Ooh (Oh), ooh

I tote Berettas (Ooh)

I'm in Alpharetta (Ooh)

Red marinara (Ooh)

Cheese mozzarella (Ooh)

Bloodshed, vendetta (Ooh)

Steppin' on whatever (Yeah, ooh)

Red rag, red bandana (Okay, ooh)

Ridin' 'round with that blammer (Okay, ooh)

Mm, mm-mm

Yo, Pi'erre, I'm out here

Yo, Pi'erre, I'm out here

Yo, Pi'erre, I'm out here

Yeah, we outside, yeah

We rollin' (Gang, gang, gang)

I'm rollin' (Gang, gang, gang)

We rollin'

Yours truly, Michael