TTYL (Remix) lyrics
by Scrim
[Intro: Fat Nick]
That's your b*tch 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]
b*tch, I still be hot as f*ck
Extended di*k, 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', b*tch, 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, f*ck 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' f*ckin' frame
Your pus*y dusty from f*cking 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 b*tch 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, b*tch
Shoulda f*cked the b*tch like Ruby would
But I'm a motherf*ckin' savage, get that understood
Depressed in the corner by myself
Needle in my arm, hangin' from a belt
Ridin' 'round hell in a '56
$carecrow got the blood drippin' off the clip
[Verse 4: Ruby da Cherry]
Got a lot of problems but I ain't gotta solve 'em
I'm blockin', b*tches keep on calling, recalling me crawling
Palmin' all the pills, act like I'm yawnin' when a f*ckboy get to talkin'
Been long enough and I still don't give a f*ck who your squad is
I pull up with a motherf*cking stick
Pull up with a b*tch, pull up and I hit a f*cking lick, uh
b*tch gonna wish for the tip of the di*k and that's it
And the f*ckboy gets a b*tch slap, he smacked in his lips
p*ss on the grass now I'm baggin' his b*tch
Slit turn to gash and I'm ashing the piff
Stumblin', mumblin', Ruby keep crumblin' into the spliff
[Pre-Chorus: Fat Nick]
I'm pullin' up with a stick, boy (Stick, boy)
I'm pullin' up with the work, boy (Work, boy)
I'm pullin' up with a bad boy (Bad boy)
I'm skrt'ing off in a Jag', boy (Jag', boy)
[Chorus: Fat Nick]
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
[Verse 5: Sir Michael Rocks]
You don't wanna get a deal, wanna get a bill, wanna do the math
You don't wanna really think, wanna get a drink, you don't wanna laugh
You don't really wanna mink, you don't wanna di*k, you don't wanna do nothin'
You don't wanna get no money, you think sh*t funny
I'm pullin' up with a semi, n*ggas throw [?], and I hold it real tight
Everyday, every f*cking night, I'm engaged to the f*cking pipe
But I ain’t no plumber though, all these n*ggas rubber-broke
Push up on em and they bounce, n*ggas knowin' [?]
[Verse 6: Robb Bank$]
I’m pullin' up with them di*ks, 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
pus*y 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 di*k phone
Sub-zero slide on ya b*tch, 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