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!