Robb Bank$ - TTYL (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: 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 [Verse 1: Fat Nick] b**h I still be hot as f** 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' b**h, I gotta go That blinkie tuck, and 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 s** 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 f** her face, I can't do dates Hunnid' 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 80's She said I changed, I ain't the same But then come say 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 f**ing frame Your p**y dusty from f**ing these lames, hoe [Hook: 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 [Verse 3: $crim] Shoulda coulda did, like my name was Kodak Ya b**h 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 b**h Shoulda f**ed the b**h like Ruby would But I'm a motherf**ing savage, get that understood Depressed in the corner by myself Needle in my arm Hanging from a belt Ridin' around hell in '56 $carecrow got the blood dripping off the clip [Verse 4: Ruby da Cherry] Got a lotta problems but I ain't gotta solve em I'm blocking b**hes keep on calling Recalling me crawling Palming all the pills Act like I'm yawning When a f**boy get to talking Been long enough and I still don't give a f** who your squad is I pull up with a motherf**ing stick Pull up with a b**h Pull up and I hit a f**ing lick b**h gonna wish for the tip of the dick and that's it And the f**boy gets a b**h slap He smacked in his lips Piss on the gra** now I'm back in his b**h Slit turn to gash and I'm ashing the piff Stumbling, mumbling Ruby keep crumbling into the spliff [Hook: Fat Nick] I'm pullin' up with a stick boy I'm pullin' up with the work boy I'm pullin' up with a bad boy I'm skrting off in a Jag boy Pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up Pull up, pull up, pull up [Verse 5: Sir Michael Rocks] You don't wanna get a deal Wanna get a bill Wanna do the math You don't wanna really think Wanna get a drink You don't wanna laugh You don't really wanna [?] You don't wanna dick You don't wanna do nothin' You don't wanna get no money You don't think she a [?] I'm pullin' up with a semi n***a Throw [?] Everyday, every f**ing night I'm engaged to the f**ing pipe But I ain't no [?] though All these n***as [?] Push up on em and they bounce n***as know [?] [Verse 6: Robb Bank$] 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 p**y, 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 b**h, forward, forward, down You light up in the a**, and I'm heavy with the flow I'm the psycho, you recycle, best period you know