Ttyl (Remix) ft. Pouya, $uicideboy$, Sir Michael Rocks & Robb Bank$ Lyrics

Ttyl (Remix) ft. Pouya, $uicideboy$, Sir Michael Rocks & Robb Bank$ - Fat Nick

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TTYL (Remix)"

(feat. Pouya, $Uicideboy$, Sir Michael Rocks & Robb Bank$)

[Fat Nick:]

I'm pullin' up with a stick boy

I'm pullin' up with the work boy

I'm pullin' up with a bad boy

I'm skirting off in a Jag boy

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

Bitch I still be hot as fuck

Extended dick, gon' let it pop

Buffet Boys, bih, we ballin' off

No time for doe we sendin' shots

Expensive stomps on when I walk

No 9 to 5, 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 4

Finessed you one, you let it go

I water walk, Margiela toe

We call my Migo, 'bout kick though

Just suck me off ya dusty hoe

Pull up flexin', I got racks on racks of money now

These VVSes leaking molly, crystal, got her geekin'

My name be holding weight

Fuck her face, I can't do dates

Hunnid' bands be jumpin', dusty crumb get out my face

[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 80's

She said I changed, I ain't the same

But then come save my hoe

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 thinking you run the game

I'll bust you out yo fucking frame

Your pussy dusty from fucking these lames, hoe

[Fat Nick:]

I'm pullin' up with a stick boy

I'm pullin' up with the work boy

I'm pullin' up with a bad boy

I'm skirting off in a Jag boy

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

[$crim:]

Shoulda coulda did, like my name was Kodak

Ya bitch keep callin', I ain't call that hoe back

Straight up out the NO, trappin' out the six

Xannies in my mouth screaming 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 motherfucking savage, get that understood

Depressed in the corner by myself

Needle in my arm

Hanging from a belt

Ridin' around hell in '56

$carecrow got the blood dripping off the clip

[Ruby da Cherry:]

Got a lotta problems but I ain't gotta solve em

I'm blocking

Bitches keep on calling

Recalling me crawling

Palming all the pills

Act like I'm yawning

When a fuckboy get to talking

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

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 back in his bitch

Slit turn to gash and I'm ashing the piff

Stumbling, mumbling

Ruby keep crumbling into the spliff

[Fat Nick:]

I'm pullin' up with a stick boy

I'm pullin' up with the work boy

I'm pullin' up with a bad boy

I'm skrting off in a Jag boy

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

[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 don't think she a [?]

I'm pullin' up with a semi nigga

Throw [?]

Everyday, every fucking night

I'm engaged to the fucking pipe

But I ain't no plumber though

All these niggas [?]

Push up on em and they bounce

Niggas know [?]

[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 me me school ya

I got Marshal May doing karma sutra

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