TTYL (Remix) - Intellectual

[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

[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

[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

[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