PUNCHLINES Lyrics

I mean, I don't even know why y'all bitches still go to the studio

You can't rap, you can't rhyme, it's giving a waste of time

Where's the punchlines?

Where's the bars?

Zoey

Bratatatata, tatatata

Bitches just be talking all that blah blah blah blah

If I hit up all my shooters, they go ratatatata

I be acting like a Barbie, be like lalalalala

I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt

Bitches is my daughters, yeah these bitches is some runts

Head bitch in charge, I'm the captain, but it ain't no crunch

All these n***** on my line, yeah these n***** wanna hunch

Gaining weight day to day, eating rappers like they lunch

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe be the baddest in the bunch

Bitches wanna be my doubles, yeah they really wanna stunt

Really pretty, really fruity, but this ain't no fucking punch

Lines, read between the line

She not pretty, she a penny, and I'm still a dime

I be busy, I'm too busy, don't be playing with my time

5 Star dinner, eating garlic ribeye with some thyme

Yes he comment on my music, say he like the way I rhyme

Deadin' bitches all the time, should be locked up for the crime

Bitches is some fucking clowns, but ain't talking like some mimes

It ain't V-day, but he begging can he still be mine

They copy my design

Like some wine, a bitch is fine

My face card, it don't decline

Tell 'em quit, tell 'em resign

Always in, ain't talking chime

Bitches sour like some lime

26, I'm in my prime

At the top, I had to climb

Fall!

I'm Chris Paul with the ball

Bitches following my rules, that's proper protocol

Impact hitting bitches hard, like a hole in a wall

Yeah these bitches really under me, cause I'm overall

Them, them, them

If he wanna get with Zoey, then that n**** gotta spend

If he wanna get with Zoey, then he gotta match my zen

If he wanna get with Zoey, then he gotta be a Ken

He like the way I glow, compliments to Fenty Skin

And my teeth shine like some diamonds, they hit harder than a gem

I don't do the mixxy crowds, I don't do the blending in

If that shit it ain't working out, better find a better gym

Sin, sincere

Guess these bitches really scary, cause I seem to be they fear

Bitch I'm flyer then a leer, it get wetter than a peer

I come, they disappear, it's so sad, shed a tear

Hit the club, pretty gear

Hit the bar, grab a beer

Bitches always in the rear, they can't see me like a deer, headlights

Tread light

Bitch you dead wrong, and a bitch is dead right

Bitch I been hot since your laptop had Skype

Lemme call Saweetie, cause he just my type

That's my type, n**** that's my type

Always give him good head, nah these teeth don't bite