Bitch I’m Packin’ Lyrics – Ice Spice, Gunna

Read the full Bitch I’m Packin’ lyrics by Ice Spice and Gunna along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ice Spice’s music, you can also explore Plenty Sun and Did It First, two other songs by Ice Spice.

[Intro: Gunna & Ice Spice]
Yo, yeah, Wunna (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ice (Grrah, grrah)
(Stop playing with ’em, RIOT)

[Chorus: Ice Spice]
B!tch, I’m packing (Packing)
Got the jatt on me, yeah
Yeah, he jacking me (Jacking 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)
B!tch, I’m packing (Packing)
Got the jatt on me, yeah
Yeah, he jacking me (Jacking 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 1: Ice Spice]
He got felonies (Grrah), he got hella weed (Grrah)
His b!tch riding really good, but I got better knees (Grrah)
Mixed b!tch (Mixed b!tch), ain’t no pedigree (Mm)
Rich b!tch (Rich b!tch), I got amenities
Fu*k is you telling me? (Is you telling me?)
B!tch, you lacking (B!tch, you lacking)
B!tch, you acting (B!tch, you acting)
You get packed in (You get packed in)
Don’t get packed in (Don’t get packed in)
Don’t be single, n!gga, I know you capping (I know you capping)
I know you capping
Oh, you tapping? (Oh, you tapping?)
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 fu*k, want a magazine? (Magazine)
Mm, high as fu*k, what is happening? (Grrah)

[Chorus: Ice Spice]
B!tch, I’m packing (Packing)
Got the jatt on me, yeah
Yeah, he jacking me (Jacking 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 calling 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 b!tch, 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
B!tch, you know I ain’t lacking, yeah
I got tricks from New Orleans
B!tch, you know what’s happening (B!tch, you know what’s happening)
Boy, don’t do no capping (Do no capping)
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]
B!tch, I’m packing (Packing, packing)
Got the jatt on me, yeah
Yeah, he jacking me (Jacking 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)
B!tch, I’m packing (Packing)
Got the jatt on me, yeah
Yeah, he jacking me (Jacking 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)