Tricky

{Intro: Wiki}
DJ Lucas on the fucking thang!

[Hook: DJ Lucas]
Tricky
I'm so hot, there's no way they gon' bic me
And I'm praying the boys, they don't flic me (clean)
Cause I'm driving around, I got twenty-five pounds of that sticky (DJ)
Tricky (D)
I got Gassachusetts, my spliffy (J)
I might drive to PA for a flippy (clean)
Balenciaga with some Dickies (ha!)

[Verse 1: DJ Lucas]
DJ! - get the ball like I'm Stromile Swifty
In my city I feel like I'm Wiki (yeah)
I was smoking a cig by the "Whitney"
And I gotta give people a reason to click me
I came out the sap, boy, it's sticky (facts)
Talkin' that shit, please have all of it miss me
Everyone 'round me play ultimate Frisbee
Put my life on thе line, boy, I risked that
And the rеaper's forehead, I kiss that
Smokin loud, boy, I don't need a six-pack
I'ma move to the spot where the chicks at (huh?)
You ain't never walked home in the pitch black (nope)
Where I'm from, every night is a mixed bag (facts)
Boy, they ain't stoppin shit, it's a mismatch (D)
Got the app on my phone with the dispatch (J)
Put my heart on this beat, I ain't need you (what?)
If you helpin me eat, I'mma feed you (what?)
And I'm deep in the woods like a lean-to (yuh)
I'ma dance on this beat like I'm {?} (legend)
And I'm so Western Mass and they know that
I don't have to buy weed, 'cause we grow that
Put my heart on my sleeve, always show that (D)
Bitch, I gotta go up, I can't go back (J Lucas)
And I just took some drugs, they ain't workin' yet
And I come from the same town as Robert Frost
If he was here, he would probably pop Percocet (facts)
Boy, this as real as it get
If I'm taking that shot then I'm wet (swish)
And I promise it's nothin' but net (yuh)
Way I move, there ain't much to regret (never)
DJ!

[Hook: DJ Lucas]
Tricky
I'm so hot, there's no way they gon' bic me (DJ)
And I'm praying the boys, they don't flic me
Cause I'm driving around, I got twenty-five pounds of that sticky (clean)
Tricky
I got Gassachusetts, my spliffy (smoke)
I might drive to CT for a flippy (money)
I got four different strains in these Dickies

[Verse 2: Wiki]
In the crib he all pissy, drunk, miss me
With all that luck that you wish me
Ya'll don't really give a fuck about Wiki
[?] list me
If I don't they depict me like I'm shifty
Diss me, [?], it gets tricky
Shorty thought she could fix me, iffy
Kiss me, I'm Irish, whiskey
5'5'', but can't miss me
9 lives like a kitty, frisky
9 times outta 10 I get busy
On whatever they give me
Microphone fiend, itchy
Like I got Codeine in me
Sickly, ugh!
[?] at the dipsky
It's me and Jimmy on the skizzy
Drizzy on a fixie
At sixteen, when I flipped weed
I smoked my profit to my dome
Sometimes more, had to stop because I'd owe
Never was good at makin dough
Just put my words together, made a poem
Too many lines for a Haiku
Not enough time to be spiteful
Too insightful
To give you my word with my hand on a bible
But in denial
Get on my knees and I pray when I feel that it's vital

[Hook: DJ Lucas]
Tricky
I'm so hot, there's no way they gon' bic me (DJ)
And I'm praying the boys, they don't flic me
Cause I'm driving around, I got twenty-five pounds of that sticky (clean)
Tricky
I got Gassachusetts, my spliffy (smoke)
I might drive to PA for a flippy (money)
Balenciaga with some Dickies (drip drip)

{Outro: Wiki}
DJ Lucas on the fucking thang!