Lisa

How you gon' hit this shit like four, five
Six times and then you pass it like, "Hey?"
You ain't got no nug of my shit
You ain't got none of my shit
The fuck you think this is? This a puff, puff, pass rotation
'Bout to hit that re-up
Like

If she ask you why I did it, where I
Did it, who I did it for, the pizza
I did it for the crew, I did it for my senorita
I go to my nigga and told him to come through and deliver my pizza
I don't need no frills, no choppers, just give me that heater
Top notch, I'm 'bout to pop the Ciroq out the freezer, like
We be takin' heavy sips
Damn, Jay said he would be here by six
I got a scale in the whip so I don't get tricked
Come on, Jay, you can't fool me with that shit

The ball is in your court now
But the court is my hometown
I'm ready for the showdown
You thought you could read but I'm Lisa
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa
I'm Mona Lisa
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa

Yo, yo, yo, hold on, hold on, hold on, like
I stay reading these niggas, these niggas can't read
Like they don't see me, my shade
They be like, "Turn down the AC," but it's me
I'm the T, hella breezy
What you talking is cheesy
So I'm cheesin', thinkin' 'bout how I'm cheeky
Sittin' back on how many hits you gon' take
Until you pass gag when I'm
But you don't got wanna spliff
Want a lift to the crib, to get in on my list
But it's all good, it's ten on the list
Not even my show but there's ten on the list
Your man talk shit, he ain't on my list
Ha, I'm smoking a hookah with Jasmine and Raja
You talking that blah blah and we laughing at you, hakuna matata
Walk in my shoes and you might pave a lane
I'm feeling as cute as the day that I came
Pop the Moët, real friends get champagne
But I can't share with no lames
Good day, nigga, I put the team on my back
And he ain't on the roster
You might win some but you just lost a sponsor
These kids are my flossers

The ball is in your court now
But the court is my hometown
I'm ready for the showdown
You thought you could read but I'm Lisa
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa
I'm Mona Lisa
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa

Homie, you could die from the side-eye
Homie, you could die, you ain't shady as me now
Check out the wingspan, I'm way too fly
Homie, you could die from the side-eye
Homie, you could die, you ain't shady as me now
Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa