Nut Quick (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: GloRilla]
(If you don't get the f*ck out of here, what are you doing here?)
(GloRilla)
(The f*ck they lame ass doin'?)
I'm [?]
(Hoo, hey)

[Chorus: GloRilla]
I could've been the president, the way I lead these n*ggas on (Glo for president)
Say I might be racist by the way I do these n*ggas wrong (Maybe I am)
If it's ever me or her, then you won't have to choose, I'm gettin' gone (Ah)
Ain't never been no pick me b*tch, I'm quick to leave a n*gga 'lone (On the gang)
I'm a raw-ass b*tch, but swear to God I can't be f*cked with (On God)
Found out I was pregnant, got it gone and I ain't f*cked since (Outta there)
He thought I would be crazy after sex, but I ain't nuttin' (Haha)
He could've been my favorite sneaky link, but he just nut quick (Why you do it?)

[Verse 1: GloRilla]
He thinkin' he that n*gga, but not knowin' who this b*tch is (What the f*ck?)
c*cky motherf*cker, I ain't askin' who no b*tch is (f*ck a b*tch)
He like to see me ride it from the front just like a windshield (Ayy)
He know that I'm a Big Mac and them other hoes some kids' meals (Yuh)
I think that I'm speakin' on 'em every time they see me drop (Hatin' ass)
Noddin' they head mad as hell knowin' they wanna give me props (Haha)
These b*tches that congratulate me knowin' they wanna see me flop (Mad ass)
These n*ggas in my DM tryna drop a load to give me top
And if that n*gga head was fye, put his haircut on my tab
Boy be tryna clock the pus*y, pus*y boy, you on my time (Stupid-ass n*gga)
Was 'bout to f*ck with what's-his-name again, but was like, "Never mind" (Never mind, man)
'Cause if that ho ain't with me now, that n*gga ass was never mine (On gang)
[Chorus: GloRilla]
I could've been the president, the way I lead these n*ggas on (Glo for president)
Say I might be racist by the way I do these n*ggas wrong (Maybe I am)
If it's ever me or her, then you won't have to choose, I'm gettin' gone (Ah)
Ain't never been no pick me b*tch, I'm quick to leave a n*gga 'lone (On the gang)
I'm a raw-ass b*tch, but swear to God I can't be f*cked with (On God)
Found out I was pregnant, got it gone and I ain't f*cked since (Outta there)
He thought I would be crazy after sex, but I ain't nuttin' (Haha)
He could've been my favorite sneaky link, but he just nut quick

[Verse 2: Trina]
Don't you never let a n*gga treat you like a f*cking napkin
When you bring the whole table make him bring all of that back in
Get this ass clapping, or we diss rapping
Nut quick in my pus*y, all them blogs gon' be laughing
Send him back to his b*tch
Yeah, it's cheaper to keep her
I ain't never been a pick me baddest b*tch
I ain't a keeper
Team trappers and the killers
pus*y like Don's river
I got options on the line, who's the best ass licker
Thought you had me? Thought you could bag me (Nah)
You out a rabbit ass mind, you'll never find me
Told that n*gga go on with them chickens
Or blind me with all them riches
In the parking lot with my b*tches, we in high heels with switches

[Chorus: GloRilla]
I could've been the president, the way I lead these n*ggas on (Glo for president)
Say I might be racist by the way I do these n*ggas wrong (Maybe I am)
If it's ever me or her, then you won't have to choose, I'm gettin' gone (Ah)
Ain't never been no pick me b*tch, I'm quick to leave a n*gga 'lone (On the gang)
I'm a raw-ass b*tch, but swear to God I can't be f*cked with (On God)
Found out I was pregnant, got it gone and I ain't f*cked since (Outta there)
He thought I would be crazy after sex, but I ain't nuttin' (Haha)
He could've been my favorite sneaky link, but he just nut quick