Cookin' (Intro)

Yup Lisha Welcome to my world Where I rip shit Yeah it's Lisha on the scene wit' a new flip Gonna bring it to you I got some new tricks Bar you to death, take you on a field trip Going bonkers on this beat cause I'm super hype But if the jet don't pick me up taking the first flight I stay cookin' so I'm serving that steak and rice Audio Trap boutta be lit, like it's vegas lights Since I'm a lady gotta keep it at a minimum But if you cross that line man, I'm sending em' About ten of them Something to quench ya thirst Open a nigga wit' the flavor, like a starburst No Maxwell, but I'm giving you the women's work No pun intended, gotta preach I'm taking you to church So have a seat as I teach you on some school shit Yeah, I'm the best it's nothing less on some crew shit Me and the fam on the set, no Brady See I'm a lady, nothing shady, gotta pay me Cause I spit that crack, I'm never lazy Got me cleaning up dish, like I'm a maid see Cut from a different cloth, the talent in my blood No nut professing but feel free to us Buddy Love Come from a long line of rappers, act like you don't know Got that fire on display like a magic show Never tired I'm just sick, no runny nose I'm just tired of all the fakes, time to get exposed If you feel like I'm not real then what do you propose? Don't take advice from a person who gotta tip toe, we cookin'