Marinate

[Intro] Ooh, ooh (Let it marinate, ooh) Ooh, ooh Goddamn (Yeah, yeah) Oh, my God (Let it marinate, ooh) Ugh-ugh, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy Hol' on baby, I know you, I know you wanna twerk but um (Let it marinate, ooh) Yeah, I got a gun in my shorts and um (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, it could be— It could get dangerous (Let it marinate, ooh) (Blaccmass) (BNYX) [Verse 1] Hol' on baby, yeah, I know you tryna twerk somethin' But I got the .40 in my shorts, you might hurt somethin' I'ma bust a move just as soon as the work come Had three bitches on my roster, I burnt one All my niggas ugly, yeah, we all need some work done Fucking up, hell nah, we ain't learn none Got a lil' money, still the same fucking person Rob a bitch and use thе same money that I stole to gеt her hair done We be in the cut like a tampon Back in high school, I rolled blunts on the Scantron Fresh inside, fresh paintjob Slap a nigga teeth out his mouth like some AirPods Quit talking to me I don't use sidewalks, bitch, I walk in the streets I like nasty hoes trapping all they farts in the sheets Her coochie hairy; I be getting hella knots in my teeth (Yeah) This a fuck-nigga anthem I was on the playground tryna smoke a Camel You was on the playground snitching—you a Randal We gon' stomp you out like Mufasa getting trampled I done slept on every nigga couch in East Atlanta Now, I could buy everybody house in East Atlanta Your bitch illiterate—she say "Chanel" like "Channel" She want a Birkin bag, I bought that bitch a Yankee Candle [Chorus] Let it marinate Let it marinate Ooh Let it marinate [Verse 2] Since my nigga died, I ain't been well I'll shoot a nigga in the ass like he Denzel I like playing GTA, but I can't go to the strip clubs 'Cause the way the bitches move make my dick swell (Let it mari—) Bitch, I want it in the worst way I used to take dollar bills out the church plate Now, I'm gettin' figures that is difficult to calculate Still acting broke, making bitches pay for half the date Don't let me near your cookout, I'm a lie and say "I'm somebody uncle-brother-cousin—let me get a plate" Run up in your house like I'm gettin' into real estate Shoot a nigga in the dick and make his kids evaporate [Chorus] Let it marinate Let it marinate, ooh Yeah, yeah, let it marinate Let it marinate Let it marinate, ooh Yeah, yeah, let it marinate Oh, whoa Oh, oh, whoa, oh Let it marinate