TTYL (Remix)

[Intro: Fat Nick]
That's your bitch here right now
B-B-Blue Ranger made this one

[Pre-Chorus: Fat Nick]
I'm pullin' up with a stick, boy (Stick, boy)
I'm pullin' up with the work, boy (Work, boy)
I'm pullin' up with a bad boy (Bad boy)
I'm skrt'ing off in a Jag', boy (Jag', boy)

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Bitch, I still be hot as fuck
Extended dick, gon' let it pop
Buffet Boys, bih, we ballin' off
No time for dough, we sendin' shots
Expensive stomps on when I walk
No nine-to-five, ain't on the clock
I paint your picture out of chalk
Gon' run the pack, but don't get blocked
Stuntin', bitch, I gotta go
That blinkie tuck, can bet it blow
Just show her clout, she bust it low
Can't feel my face, I poured a four
Finessed you one, you let it go
I water walk, Margiela toe
We call my migo, 'bout kick do'
Just suck me off, you dusty ho
Pull up flexin', I got racks on racks of money now (Skrt)
These VVSs leaking molly, crystal, got her geekin'
My name be holding weight, fuck her face, I can't do dates
Hundred bands be jumpin', dusty crumb get out my face

[Verse 2: Pouya]
Still whip my Civic daily
If you see what I had in the trunk
You'd understand why them boys hate me
Hunnid racks cash, pull up all coke white, like it's the '80s
She said I changed, I ain't the same but then come save me, ho
Told my momma, "Don't worry"
Sold out shows before the Mercedes
Now these hoes want to be ladies
Just to tap into my savings
Girl, you crazy thinkin' you run the game
I'll bust you out yo' fuckin' frame
Your pussy dusty from fucking these lames, ho

[Pre-Chorus: Fat Nick]
I'm pullin' up with a stick, boy (Stick, boy)
I'm pullin' up with the work, boy (Work, boy)
I'm pullin' up with a bad boy (Bad boy)
I'm skrt'ing off in a Jag', boy (Jag', boy)

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

[Verse 3: $crim]
Should've could've did, like my name was Kodak
Your bitch keep callin', I ain't call that ho back
Straight up out the N.O., trappin' out the sticks
Xannies in my mouth, screamin', "Triple-six"
I'm pullin' up with my brother Nick
Forever poppin' pills with my brother, bitch
Shoulda fucked the bitch like Ruby would
But I'm a motherfuckin' savage, get that understood
Depressed in the corner by myself
Needle in my arm, hangin' from a belt
Ridin' 'round hell in a '56
$carecrow got the blood drippin' off the clip

[Verse 4: Ruby da Cherry]
Got a lot of problems but I ain't gotta solve 'em
I'm blockin', bitches keep on calling, recalling me crawling
Palmin' all the pills, act like I'm yawnin' when a fuckboy get to talkin'
Been long enough and I still don't give a fuck who your squad is
I pull up with a motherfucking stick
Pull up with a bitch, pull up and I hit a fucking lick, uh
Bitch gonna wish for the tip of the dick and that's it
And the fuckboy gets a bitch slap, he smacked in his lips
Piss on the grass now I'm baggin' his bitch
Slit turn to gash and I'm ashing the piff
Stumblin', mumblin', Ruby keep crumblin' into the spliff

[Pre-Chorus: Fat Nick]
I'm pullin' up with a stick, boy (Stick, boy)
I'm pullin' up with the work, boy (Work, boy)
I'm pullin' up with a bad boy (Bad boy)
I'm skrt'ing off in a Jag', boy (Jag', boy)

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

[Verse 5: Sir Michael Rocks]
You don't wanna get a deal, wanna get a bill, wanna do the math
You don't wanna really think, wanna get a drink, you don't wanna laugh
You don't really wanna mink, you don't wanna dick, you don't wanna do nothin'
You don't wanna get no money, you think shit funny
I'm pullin' up with a semi, niggas throw [?], and I hold it real tight
Everyday, every fucking night, I'm engaged to the fucking pipe
But I ain’t no plumber though, all these niggas rubber-broke
Push up on em and they bounce, niggas knowin' [?]

[Verse 6: Robb Bank$]
I’m pullin' up with them dicks, boy
Phone fresh off a lick, boy
Actavis up in that Sprite, remix, boy
Bad boy, notorious for being big, boy
Pull up, shoot up, Yeezy, Luda
Pussy bomb, Pouya, Gookin'
She rubbin' on it like a Buddha
Kie Money, always been the shoota
Grade A, boy don’t make me school ya
I got Marsha May doing karmasutra
Hi guys, what’s up? Call me big dick phone
Sub-zero slide on ya bitch, forward, forward, down
You light up in the ass, and I'm heavy with the flow
I'm the psycho, you recycle, best period you know

[Pre-Chorus: Fat Nick]
I'm pullin' up with a stick, boy (Stick, boy)
I'm pullin' up with the work, boy (Work, boy)
I'm pullin' up with a bad boy (Bad boy)
I'm skrt'ing off in a Jag', boy (Jag', boy)

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up