Punchline's You

Intro

Yeah, Kinsley, uh-huh

Talkin’ crazy, yeah, yeah

(wham-bam, wham-bam)

Verse

Kinsley, you run your mouth like a leaky sink,

every word you spit is a lie in ink.

Cheatin’ on your man while you flex on the ‘gram,

but the screenshots show you ain’t worth a damn.

Lips movin’ fast, but the facts stay slow,

every promise you made turned to smoke and blow.

Call yourself a queen, but you wear the crown crooked,

got the nerve to talk shit while your loyalty’s crooked.

Chorus

Talkin’ crazy, cheatin’ daily,

(na-na-na, na-na-na)

Kinsley, you’re a joke, and the punchline’s you,

every lie you told, yeah, we see right through.

Talkin’ crazy, cheatin’ daily,

(na-na-na, na-na-na)

Kinsley, you’re a mess, and the whole crew knows,

you a two-faced snake in a cheap-ass pose.

Verse

You slide in DMs while your man’s asleep,

got the nerve to brag like your game’s elite.

But the receipts don’t lie, and the texts got receipts,

every “I love you” is a line of deceit.

You talk big game, but your loyalty’s thin,

cheat on Monday, lie on Tuesday again.

Kinsley, you a rerun of the same old plot,

everybody’s laughing, and you’re still not hot.

Chorus

Talkin’ crazy, cheatin’ daily,

(na-na-na, na-na-na)

Kinsley, you’re a joke, and the punchline’s you,

every lie you told, yeah, we see right through.

Talkin’ crazy, cheatin’ daily,

(na-na-na, na-na-na)

Kinsley, you’re a mess, and the whole crew knows,

you a two-faced snake in a cheap-ass pose.