(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