TTYL (Remix) Fat Nick (Ft. Pouya, Robb Bank$, Sir Michael Rocks & $uicideboy$)

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[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