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