Lyrics In My System (Jack Pack N Smacks) - Woo$kee

I got that pack up in my system
I got that
I got that pack up in my system
I got that
I got that pack up in my system

Aye

I got
2 stuffed
And a cup of da sprite
Gotta black
I bought sum jack
Sippin all damn nite

And you ain't gotta go home
Just leave me alone
Bring me a cone
Puppy
I be needing a bone

Cuz
I gotta smacker in my systemmm
Bro said he got da flavors
Lemme pick one

She get addicted
Start to trippin
Wen da dick come

I get to whippin
I be lit
It's in my systemmm
Cuz

I got that pack up in my system
I got that
I got that pack up in my system
I got that
I got that pack up in my systemm
I got that
I got that pack up in my system

And I
I got that jack up in my system
I got that
I got that jack up in my system
I got that
I got that jack up in my systemmm

Double shot
And don't gimme no ice
If I want it ima take it
Don't gimme a price
Doctor Wooskee to ya shordy
I jus give her advice
And I ain't talkin LL
When I'm doing it nice
And she want a round 2
So we doing it twice
Diamonds shining in the dark
And they glow in the light
Pussy lips
Vice grips
So you know that it's tight
You can't sip my shit
If you know that it's sprite
His bitch
My bitch
And my hoe on the side
No dips
I zip
Little blow on the side
One sip
I'm lit
And they know that I'm high
He spit
Talk shit
Hit his bro in the eye

Aye

Nigga actin iffy
Leave em under

I don't see the haters
Wooskee Stevie wonder

You gotta new chick
Yesterday I got her number

I smoked 2 zips
I ain't sleepin for da summer

Cuz I

I got that jack up in my system
I got that
I got that jack up in my system
I got that
I got that jack up in my systemmm

Aye
This why i'm up tho
Cuz I

I gotta smacker in my system
I gotta
I gotta smacker in my system
I gotta
I gotta smacker in my systemmmm

So I ain't tryn sleep
Ima rest when I die
Took a half a gram at 8
Took sum smackers at 5
And they think I gotta problem
You can't judge me
If I
Only take em on the weekend
Off of 3 maybe 5
I gotta new pull plug
And I get em for cheap
He said everybody taxin
You should get em from me
But i don't do New niggas
Only fuck wit the team
Or unless you shed blood
Off the family tree

All this lean
Got me slow now

I'm not standing up

Roll a blunt
Roll another one
I roll and get fucked
I don't think that ima ever cum
Beefing but he weak
Tell that nigga
That he better run
I be gettin top
Blue balls when the cheddar come
Mission to the money
No excuses Ima getter done
Ballin on these niggas
Call my momma when the letter come

Sippin
I'm trippin
Off all them shroomies
N doobies
I'm suckin boobies
Cameras action
Cuz my life is a movie
And I ain't trippin off the acid
But I like to get groovy
My names Wooskee
Can you letta nigga tickle da coochie

I'm off a pill
And I like how you feel
No ig models
Girl I like when it's real
I don't chill
Eat you up before
And after the meal
Big Ben
Goin Long
Cuz I'm back in the field

I got that pack up in my system
I got that
I got that pack up in my system
I got that
I got that pack up in my system

I got that pack up in my system
I got that
I got that pack up in my system
I got that
I got that pack up in my system

I got that
I got that pack up in my system