Nut Real Quick RMX lyrics

[Intro: Yung P Dough, EDP445]
I be f*ckin' your b*tch from the back, ayy
Got your mom, on my sack, as I'm makin' this track
f*ckin' a b*tch, f*ckin' a b*tch, then I nut real f*ckin' quick
At five my mom left me out in the ditch, o—
Would you guys consider jacking off to be a sport?
I don't know about you motherf*ckers, but I consider that sh*t to be a sport, okay?
(ShyGuyMadeIt)

[Chorus 1: Yung P Dough]
I be f*ckin' your b*tch from the back, ayy
Got your mom, on my sack, as I'm makin' this track
f*ckin' a b*tch, f*ckin' a b*tch, then I nut real f*ckin' quick
At five my mom left me out in the ditch, o—

[Verse 1: Yung Codfixe]
I be f*cking your cousin in the lab, ayy
Got your auntie on my lap and she's making me fap
Now I'm lost in her butt crack, so I whip out my map
And if you say your auntie is a Saint then that's cap
I hit it from the back making her scream like a seagull (Wah!)
Bro, I'm getting seasick from the way that bootie wiggle (Woah)
Breeding your whole family you'd think that it's illеgal (Oh sh*t)
I'm talking about family so shout out to Vin Diesel

[Verse 2: Lil Bean]
Ok, yeah my monеy look like spinach, this sh*t green like grass, ayy
I be chillin in my room, your b*tch shaking ass, ayy
I can see through all the bullsh*t, this sh*t made of glass, yuh
Can’t lecture me ho, sit down you in class
Zooming and speeding, this wock got me leaning
I f*ck on your b*tch in the evening, huh
Money I’m needing, my di*k I be beating
Don’t care if you have any feelings, ho
f*ck it, I need it, new Jordan’s, don’t crease it
I be on the grind like a meathead, yuh
She eating my semen, pull up in a demon
I narrate like I’m Morgan Freeman, yeah
[Chorus 2: Yung P Dough ]
—(b*tch, okay, let's go)
I be f*ckin' your b*tch from the back, ayy
Got your mom, on my sack, as I'm makin' this track
f*ckin' a b*tch, f*ckin' a b*tch, then I nut real f*ckin' quick
At five my mom left me out in the ditch, okay let's go (Let's go!)

[Verse 3: Yung P Dough]
That's right I'm f*ckin' back, you already know
I got ho's on my di*k, and I tell 'em to go slow
'Cause I barely last a minute
Two seconds and I'm finished
Soon enough I'ma feature Yung Spinach
f*ckin' on your ho, then I whip off of my scooter (Off my scooter)
Damn she hot, though I think her daddy cuter (Yeah he is)
I don't f*ck b*tches, unless they my tutor
Shoot your crib up, like I'm a school shooter
Money be flowing in like a bad period
This ain't no joke, now I'm f*ckin' serious
Ho you know that pus*y ain't mysterious
Everyone at that b*tch like it's a Black Friday

[Chorus: Yung P Dough]
I be f*ckin' your b*tch from the back, ayy (From the back)
Got your mom, on my sack, as I'm makin' this track
f*ckin' a b*tch, f*ckin' a b*tch, then I nut real f*ckin' quick
At five my mom left me out in the ditch, okay let's go
[Outro: Yung P Dough]
God damn, was this track was f*ckin' sh*t. Okay. Honestly I just stop makin' music