[Intro: Zuzie]

(Shinju)

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, oh

[Chorus: Zuzie]

If you lookin' at him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

If you talkin' to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

See you walk up to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

First, I'll smack you, then I'll fucking pack you

[Verse 1: Zuzie]

If you a scenester bitch, I'll hit you with attack attack

And your emo friend, tell the bitch to watch her back

'Cause I don't play about my man, you'll both get fucking clapped

Yeah, we stepping in the party and we fuckin' strapped

If you a gothic bitch, I'll get you with the Christian death

If you a tweaker bitch, I'll pull the pipe, no crystal meth

If you a Christian bitch, then I don't mean no disrespect

But say "Hi" to Jesus when I pump you full of lead

'Cause I love him and I trust him, I don't trust you hoes

And if you ask about him, that could get you fuckin' smoked

Get you fucking shot, leave the party on a stretcher

Fucking shape up 'fore I have your blood up on my Sketchers

I know he's fine, but he's all mine, so watch your fucking eyes

'Cause if I see a flirty look then you could fucking die

Bitch, there's other mans, so keep it pushing, be a smartie

If everybody want him I'll shoot up the fucking party

[Chorus: Zuzie]

If you lookin' at him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

If you talkin' to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

See you walk up to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

First, I'll smack you, then I'll fucking pack you

If you lookin' at him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

If you talkin' to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

See you walk up to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

First, I'll smack you, then I'll fucking pack you

[Refrain: CLIP]

Low-rise jeans, panties showin' on my hips

Pop out to the club, I'm tryna see what it gives

I don't got a feeling, I just care to be rich

Highlights in my hair match my acrylic tips

[Verse 2: CLIP]

Where the scene bitches at? I'm tryna rave tonight

See an opp bitch and I'm tryna start a fight

Dior on my lips and Dior on my hips

Too pretty to fight, but not afraid to slap a bitch

First, I'll smack you, then I'll fucking pack you

My man be stuck on me like a fuckin' tattoo

If I ever go sit on you, just know that I had to

Bitches started switchin' up, I guess that's what that cash do

[Refrain: CLIP]

Low-rise jeans, panties on my hips

Pop out to the club, tryna see what it gives

Don't got a feeling, I care to be rich

Highlights in my hair match my acrylic tips

[Chorus: Zuzie]

If you lookin' at him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

If you talkin' to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

See you walk up to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

First, I'll smack you, then I'll fucking pack you

If you lookin' at him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

If you talkin' to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

See you walk up to him, bitch, I'll fucking pack you

First, I'll smack you, then I'll fucking pack you

[Outro: CLIP & Zuzie]

Pack you out like some lunch

He feeling me, yeah, he a munch (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

Tell her this her 'round my blunts (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

Dye my hair red like fruit punch (Ooh)

Pack you out like some lunch

He feeling me, yeah, he a munch

Tell her this her 'round my, blunts

Dye my hair red like fruit punch