[Intro: Packy]
I'm just a Jackie sippin' whiskey, yeah
I'm just a Jackie sippin', sippin', sippin' whiskey
Wild child, dippin', rollin', pushin' down the avenue
Pull up on the spot, I ain't been sober since the afternoon
They say show me who your friends
Then I tell you who you are
Look around me all my people
Livin' like we might not see tomorrow, uh

[Verse 1: Packy]
Uh, wake up in Vegas
I'm still faded, headache the meanest
Hotel a mess, thank God I'm leavin'
Daggs headed West to touch down in Phoenix
I don't send Uber, real G's get scooped up, it's like that
If I lose the buzz then I get right back
When I'm with the boys, we get lit like match
Whiskey wild one and still clean up like the spill on aisle one
They love to hate then they hate to love it
I don't ever do it, man I over-does it
I been through it with some women, I got over dozens
It don't ever work and now I'm over-lovin'
I'ma need a lil' somethin'
Pull up at the venue, they better have the whiskey comin', yeah
[Chorus: Packy]
Sippin', sippin' (sippin', sippin', sippin', yeah)
Sippin', sippin' (sippin', yeah)
I'm just a Jackie, sippin' whiskey, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I'm just a Jackie sippin', sippin', sippin' whiskey
Wild child

[Verse 2: Marcus Ryan]
High on the double up, (whoa)
Sip slow, but don't double cup (whoa)
Bet it’s double if we showing up (whoa)
(Sheesh)
I fucked the summer up (whoa)
I put the numbers up (whoa)
Prayed to the heavens for a blessing
All I got in return was some whiskey and Excedrin
And I hate to draw conclusions but y’all motherfuckers sketchy
And your bitch is interested like I'm sipping on Dos Equis
Homie, fuck your food for thought
Boy, we wrapping up on seconds
I'm the only flower child who can grow in any weather
If we counting every shot, I need to cop my ass a ledger
Like I'm coming off the flu, n***a, I'm just getting better
And this whiskey so brown, I can see my own reflection, like
Damn
Da-Da-Da-Da-Da Damn
Hold up, you get dick down
Prefer it with 3 cubes, I don’t hear your EQ
Boy, I'm so immune, could eat a mad cow
Go for 5 for 5 like it’s Cinco De Mayo
Boy, I'm so spent like my life is on vinyl
You can just watch like you own a Casio
Whatever's in store, boy you pick the wrong aisle
I Pico-De-Gallo
[Chorus: Packy]
Sippin', sippin' (sippin', sippin', sippin', yeah)
Sippin', sippin' (sippin', yeah)
I'm just a Jackie, sippin' whiskey, yeah
I'm just a Jackie sippin', sippin', sippin' whiskey
Wild child