INTRO/ DO MY THANG

Lil L.A. Marz - INTRO/ DO MY THANG
Lyrics


INTRO
Verse:
I ain't got time to wait on a nigga to hop on the beat, lemme bring in the heat when I want to, nigga
Not from Miami but I do shoot 3s, I'm talmbout in rows, no front, lil nigga
No you not ready like the yellow sponge, you a square ass nigga, go get yo shit done
Huh, you tried but fuck you, nigga, that's just the longest way to say, “fun”
Huh, you get it?, prolly don't
Was I kiddin?, hell no
How, if yo ass in hell bro?
Took you there right ‘fore you turned pale, bro
Wet yo boy up like the Dells bro
Didn't I say that shit already?
It's cuz niggas always petty as shit
It be feelin' like I'm textin' a bitch
You a fuckboy, wanna be a pretty ass jit
No cap, you niggas ain't safe, ask him
Talmbout the next fuck nigga being slick
Swallow yo words before shit get sick
I'd say more but this is a intro
Even tho niggas tryna turn into bimbos
Forget it tho, I'm finna go switch flows
Like I'm finna turn off the light by the window

(You know cuz natural light is better than room light? Y'all deadass ain't know dat? Damn Ight)

Wait lil bitch I wasn't even finished yet
Boutta to say yo mans got smoked like a cigarette
Really didn't think that shit was important, since you fucked on me, said, “I needed me a bigger TEC”
That's my dick I'm talmbout, bitch
That's the clit I rawed out, nigga
That's the end of the intro
Now you can press play where I rock out, nigga



DO MY THANG

Intro:
(I bet all y'all confused like a muh, like crazy, man.)
(This nigga switched the beat, you already know what's 'gon happen, man)
(Let get it.)
(Simmi, what you doing, boy?)
(Yeh)
Yeh
(Yeh, yeh, yeh)

Hook:
Switch the beat up, lemme do my thang, uh, yeah, ok (let me do that, uh)
They thought I was done, I thought the same, uh (like for real, on god)
Just to let these niggas know my name, uh (what's yo name, lil nigga?)
Lil L.A. Marz in the cut (yeah)
All actions, straight through, no cuts
No ifs, no ands or the buts
They say, "Lil L.A., why you on a rush?”
If I was I'd ride a Hellcat (cat!)
I'd be John Cena up in the dust (dust!)
You can't see me, can you get it?
It seems yo girl do, now I got her digits
Now the hoe talmbout marriage, now I'm like no, no, don't want you to be my misses


Verse 1:
I'm on a rush cuz I'm on a mission
Laughin' at the bank cuz I know I'll be winnin'
Haha, like Love Sosa in the buildin'
Put a dub on it like I'm on stream
Pretty soon imma make all the thots scream
For the reason you see yo boy on screen
If you read lips, you can read me
I can't be you, so you can't be me
Only when you copy and mimic TV
One thing tho, it's just 'gon be a long time when you just see me
I'm not a clone but you in for a treat
I did this alone, I don't need yo team
The industry is filled with fiends
I ain't lyin', you ain't gotta believe me
I did my part before they started thinkin'

Hook:
Switch the beat up, lemme do my thang, uh, yeah, ok (let me do that, uh)
They thought I was done, I thought the same, uh (like for real, on god)
Just to let these niggas know my name, uh (what's yo name, lil nigga?)
Lil L.A. Marz in the cut (yeah)
All actions, straight through, no cuts

Verse 2:
Aye (yuh!)
Lemme do my own thang (uh)
I don't need no fuckin' help
Help yo own fuckin' case (uh)
I don't need no assistance
Or a intern bein' bitched with (on god!)
You 'gon be burned like a disk, huh
Shit 'gon hurt for like a minute (for real)
Really a long ass time, it'll leave a mark when I'll be finished (yeah)
And if you ask, it's far more worse than the pops you get from the kitchen (pop, pop!)
I'm talmbout the time when you fryin' the shit on the pan when it's already sizzlin' (mmm)
That 'gon be you and it's gon be far more worse, now I see yo ass start limpin', now you get it?

Hook:
Switch the beat up, lemme do my thang, uh, yeah, ok (let me do that, uh)
They thought I was done, I thought the same, uh (like for real, on god)
Just to let these niggas know my name, uh (what's yo name, lil nigga?)
Lil L.A. Marz in the cut (yeah)
All actions, straight through, no cuts
No ifs, no ands or the buts
They say, "Lil L.A., why you on a rush?”
If I was I'd ride a Hellcat (cat!)
I'd be John Cena up in the dust (dust!)
You can't see me, can you get it?
It seems yo girl do, now I got her digits
Now the hoe talmbout marriage, now I'm like no, no, don't want you to be my misses

Verse 3:
Yo what's goody doe to all the homies
That's just in my head cuz I ain't got homies (yeah)
I got bros with a V called, “Vrodies”
Real ass blood like Zack and Cody
“No I'm not Jordan but I am the goat” (goat!)
Quote Lil Uzi, I feel like Kobe
R.I.P. Mamba
Hope y'all great up there
I know life's not fair
Y'all better be thankful, cuz I'm boutta chop a nigga up like Scissorhands (yeah!)
Better hurry bro, wasn't he boutta die in yo nigga's hands? (Uh, uh)
Well, I just saw a lil bitch just right down the road, I think that's yo sister who ran
I think that was yo sister, Suzanne
And tried to kill herself with 2 xans
Aye (yuh!)
Lemme do my own thang
Before imma get to bustin' cuz I don't like workin' with niggas
How 'bout sum bread, I'd like 6 figures?
Or I'm 'bout to shoot 6 figures (bah, bah)
Worst case scenario, you get shot 6 times and in the fuckin' liver?
No, he not comin' back for dinner
No, he not comin' back for breakfast
I see y'all now ain't payin' attention
Lemme be quiet and ask you a question
You wanna be next to be taught a lesson?
I hope it's no cuz I'm ready to blow (blow!)
I put the gat up on yo shoulder (yeah!)
Time is windin', I'm gettin' older
You ‘gon be put up like a poster (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hook:
Switch the beat up, lemme do my thang, uh, yeah, ok (let me do that, uh)
They thought I was done, I thought the same, uh (like for real, on god)
Just to let these niggas know my name, uh (what's yo name, lil nigga?)
Lil L.A. Marz in the cut (yeah)
All actions, straight through, no cuts
No ifs, no ands or the buts
They say, "Lil L.A., why you on a rush?”
If I was I'd ride a Hellcat (cat!)
I'd be John Cena up in the dust (dust!)
You can't see me, can you get it?
It seems yo girl do, now I got her digits
Now the hoe talmbout marriage, now I'm like no, no, don't want you to be my misses


Outro:
(L.A. who the fuck?)
(Yeah, L.A. went hard on this one)