Pack U (feat. CLIP)

(Shinju)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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