Let It Marinate lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Manzo, we got a hit boy
Ooh, Bighead on the—

[Verse]
A n*gga saying f*ck my gang, he better stand on it
I bet that b*tch you lovin' leave with my stamp on it
And I ain't even want to do it, this what the fans wanted
They posting hammers on they page, that's what the feds wanted
You ain't gon' see me with no strap unless you see me out
And all you n*ggas is my sons, they wanna be me now
He keep on saying that we brothers, I ain't seeing how
b*tch, pull them panties to the side and let me beat it down
The Glock was clean a week ago, now that's a Dirty Dan
And I ain't miss when I shoot, I got the Curry hand
What it cost me for the pendant? n*gga, thirty bands
Catch a sucka out in public, he a worried man
And I ain't into dissing n*ggas, where you n*ggas at?
Internet beefing, we ain't into that
Can't tell what n*ggas on, we'll point the .40 where his mental at
Matter fact, he talking out his mouth, aim where his dental at
And I ain't scared of no n*gga, everybody bleed
How n*ggas talking on the net but everybody street?
And you can stick to being tough, I'm like a dollar sign
Bet when I catch him out in public, he apologize
I'm in the studio to the neck, don't need no army with me
Man, these n*ggas hoes, I see the Barbie in 'em
I think my vision getting clear, I brought the Carties with me
And I'll make a n*gga vanish before karma get him
A lot of time wasted
I had to find my ass to see, I felt my mind racing
I see you living in the past, you n*ggas dyin', ain't ya?
And I ain't never f*cked with n*ggas, b*tch, I'm dying racist
I got love for all the fiends, we who they shopping with
He ain't no gangster, I ain't read that in his doc*ments
If you was the baddest b*tch on Earth, I wouldn't jock you, b*tch
I had to cut some n*ggas off, politics
I got tired of being quiet, let me open up
Point this .40 at his noggin, watch it open up
I can't take these n*ggas serious, n*ggas joking, huh?
Now I'm selfish with my heart, nah, I ain't showing love
Damn, DaBoii, why you spazzing? It ain't necessary
n*gga, everywhere I go I keep them weapons near me
n*gga, you don't want beef, you really vegetarian
Big-ass Glock, this b*tch the secondary
Oh, this right here, this a AR, this the primary thang
n*gga, all I love is choppas and the Mary Jane
I ain't entertaining none, n*ggas very lame
f*ck what n*ggas claiming, let that marinate, b*tch