{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!