Frazier Trill & Pi’erre Bourne – Bout Nun Lyrics

Bout Nun is the final song on Fraizer Trill’s & Pi’erre Bourne’s collaboration album.

Bout Nun Lyrics by Frazier Trill & Pi’erre Bourne

[Intro]
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah, okay

[Chorus]
Uh, nigga talking ’bout money, you ain’t got a thousand on you, nigga flexing, homie, get your cash up (Get your cash up)
Bitch is down to fuck, I’ma fuck her one-on-one, niggas talkin’ ’bout kills, get your cash up (Get your cash up)
I be fresh as fuck, dripping sauce on a nigga, keep talking ’cause you know I got my bag up (Got my bag up)

[Verse 1]
I’ma fuck your bitch, yeah
Pull up in the mix, yeah
Icy as a motherfucker, you can’t tell me shit, yeah (What? What?)
Frazier Trill the boss, yeah (Boss)
Where I go, it’s sauce there (Yeah)
Bitches getting tossed, yeah
Backwoods in the loft, yeah (Trill)
Know I got bag fare
Bitches with fat ass there
I was in the district, trapping hard, getting cash there
So much drip, still wearing shit from last year
Say you getting money, you ain’t even got gas fare
Get the bag, yeah
We stacking cash, yeah
That bitch is bad, yeah
I’ma smash, yeah
[Chorus]
Uh, nigga talking ’bout money, you ain’t got a thousand on you, nigga flexing, homie, get your cash up (Get your cash up)
Bitch is down to fuck, I’ma fuck her one-on-one, niggas talkin’ ’bout kills, get your cash up (Get your cash up)
I be fresh as fuck, dripping sauce on a nigga, keep talking ’cause you know I got my bag up (Got my bag up)

[Verse 2]
I’ve been going crazy and the bitches know I’m the truth, boy (Yeah)
Pull up on your ass (Blaow), tell you niggas what it do, boy
Freshest nigga in this bitch, I hop out with your ho, yeah (Ho)
Hop off with that freshest shit on, that’s for sure, yeah
Blue fucking jewelry (Yeah, yeah), man, I’m going crazy (Crazy)
Money on my mind (Yeah), I ain’t trying to have no baby (Nah)
Hustler of the year (Yeah), I’m the trapper of the year (Yeah)
You are the capper of the year, take this bullet right here, blaow
Nigga actin’ like he super lit, uh (Lit, nah)
Pull up on you, get your shit bagged quick, uh (Bagged quick, huh)

[Chorus]
Uh, nigga talking ’bout money, you ain’t got a thousand on you, nigga flexing, homie, get your cash up (Get your cash up)
Bitch is down to fuck, I’ma fuck her one-on-one, niggas talkin’ ’bout kills, get your cash up (Get your cash up)
I be fresh as fuck, dripping sauce on a nigga, keep talking ’cause you know I got my bag up (Got my bag up)