Bitch I’m Packin’ Lyrics
[Intro: Gunna & Ice Spice]
Yo
Young Wunna (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ice (Grrah, grrah)
(Stop playin’ with ’em, RIOT)
[Chorus: Ice Spice]
Bitch, I’m packin’ (Packin’)
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin’ me (Jackin’ me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
Bitch, I’m packin’ (Packin’)
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin’ me (Jackin’ me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on mе)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
[Verse 1: Ice Spice]
Hе got felonies (Grrah), he got hella weed (Grrah)
His bitch ridin’ really good, but I got better knees (Grrah)
Mixed bitch (Mixed bitch), ain’t no pedigree (Mm)
Rich bitch (Rich bitch), I got amenities
Fuck is you tellin’ me? (Is you tellin’ me?)
Bitch, you lackin’ (Bitch, you lackin’)
Bitch, you actin’ (Bitch, you actin’)
You get packed in (You get packed in)
Don’t get packed in (Don’t get packed in)
Don’t be single, nigga, I know you cappin’ (I know you cappin’)
I know you cappin’
Oh, you tappin’? (Oh, you tappin’?)
Oh, you wanna tap in? (Oh, you wanna tap in?)
Oh, you wanna mack then? (Oh, you wanna mack then?)
Oh (Oh), mm, bad as fuck, want a magazine? (Magazine)
Mm, high as fuck, what is happenin’? (Grrah)
[Chorus: Ice Spice]
Bitch, I’m packin’ (Packin’)
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin’ me (Jackin’ me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, high astrology, every day, I smoke broccoli (Ha)
Racks keep callin’ me (Racks), all these boys my protégés (My protégés)
Hot moves in Prada jeans (Yeah), who got stuff I’m tryna see? (Stuff)
You my bitch, don’t lie to me, get an AP for my apology (For my apology)
SVJ the Aventador (Slide), my Lambo slide like centipede (Slide)
Skyami, my top off, got my shirt off (Yeah), she can see the V
I just landed from Rome and now her Pucci came from Italy
Ice, she got on stones to set the tone (Ice), I match her energy
Bitch, you know I ain’t lackin’ (Yeah)
I got tricks from New Orleans
Bitch, you know what’s happenin’ (Bitch, you know what’s happenin’)
Boy, don’t do no cappin’ (Do no cappin’)
Booby trap, I left the trap, I’m geeked up in a Lamb’ (Geeked)
Blue ‘Scotti, fill up, like, roll me up with some (Roll me up with some)
[Chorus: Ice Spice & Gunna]
Bitch, I’m packin’ (Packin’, packin’)
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin’ me (Jackin’ me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
Bitch, I’m packin’ (Packin’)
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin’ me (Jackin’ me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)