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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Spice
Ice Spice
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Spice
Ice Spice
Songwriter
RIOTUSA
RIOTUSA
Songwriter
Mark Williams
Mark Williams
Songwriter
PHILIP ANDRE MUELLER
PHILIP ANDRE MUELLER
Songwriter
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ojivolta
Ojivolta
Producer
RIOTUSA
RIOTUSA
Producer
YOOJEEN
YOOJEEN
Mixing Engineer
DJH
DJH
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Stop playin' wit' 'em, RIOT
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got that jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Racks on me)
Got that stack on me (Stack on me)
Got that strap on me (Strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got that jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Racks on me)
Got that stack on me (Stack on me)
Got that strap on me (Strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
[Verse 1]
He got felonies (Grrah)
He got hella weed (Grrah)
His bitch ride it really good, but I got better knees (Yeah)
Mixed bitch, ain't no pedigree (Grrah)
Rich bitch, I got amenities (Rich bitch)
Fuck is you telling me?
Bitch, you lackin' (Bitch, you lackin')
Bitch, you actin' (Bitch, you actin')
Don't get packed in (Packed in)
Don't get packed in (Don't get packed in)
You ain't single, ****
I know you cappin' (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)
Mmm, bad as fuck on the magazine (Magazine)
Mmm, high as fuck, what is happening?
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got that jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Racks on me)
Got that stack on me (Stack on me)
Got that strap on me (Strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need
[Verse 2]
High as astrology
Everyday I smoke broccoli
Ha, racks keep calling me (Racks)
All these boys my prodigies (Boys my prodigies)
Who move in Prada jeans?
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 Aventador, my Lambo style like centipede
Skyami, my top off
Got my shirt off, she can see the V
I just landed from Rome and all her Pucci came from Italy
Ice, she got on stones to set the tone, I match the energy
Bitch, you know I ain't lackin'
I got trees from New Orleans
Bitch, you know what's happenin' (Bitch, you know what's happenin')
We don't do no cappin' (Do no cappin')
Booby Trap, I left the trap
I'm geeked up in Atlanta (Geek)
Blue 'Scotti fill up the wraps, I roll me up a seven (Roll me up a seven)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Packin'
Got that jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Racks on me)
Got that stack on me (Stack on me)
Got that strap on me (Strap on me)
I got what he need
Yeah
He got what I need (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got that jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Racks on me)
Got that stack on me (Stack on me)
Got that strap on me (Strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
Written by: Ice Spice, Mark Williams, PHILIP ANDRE MUELLER, RIOTUSA, Raul Cubina, Sergio Kitchens
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