pack u lyrics

[Intro: Zuzie]
(Shinju)
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, oh

[Chorus: Zuzie]
If you lookin' at him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
If you talkin' to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
See you walk up to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
First, I'll smack you, then I'll f*cking pack you

[Verse 1: Zuzie]
If you a scenester b*tch, I'll hit you with attack attack
And your emo friend, tell the b*tch to watch her back
'Cause I don't play about my man, you'll both get f*cking clapped
Yeah, we stepping in the party and we f*ckin' strapped
If you a gothic b*tch, I'll get you with the Christian death
If you a tweaker b*tch, I'll pull the pipe, no crystal meth
If you a Christian b*tch, 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 f*ckin' smoked
Get you f*cking shot, leave the party on a stretcher
f*cking shape up 'fore I have your blood up on my Sketchers
I know he's fine, but he's all mine, so watch your f*cking eyes
'Cause if I see a flirty look then you could f*cking die
b*tch, there's other mans, so keep it pushing, be a smartie
If everybody want him I'll shoot up the f*cking party
[Chorus: Zuzie]
If you lookin' at him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
If you talkin' to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
See you walk up to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
First, I'll smack you, then I'll f*cking pack you
If you lookin' at him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
If you talkin' to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
See you walk up to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
First, I'll smack you, then I'll f*cking 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 b*tches at? I'm tryna rave tonight
See an opp b*tch 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 b*tch
First, I'll smack you, then I'll f*cking pack you
My man be stuck on me like a f*ckin' tattoo
If I ever go sit on you, just know that I had to
b*tches 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, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
If you talkin' to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
See you walk up to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
First, I'll smack you, then I'll f*cking pack you
If you lookin' at him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
If you talkin' to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
See you walk up to him, b*tch, I'll f*cking pack you
First, I'll smack you, then I'll f*cking 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