Picky Demons 🙂 Lyrics by LUCKI
Tricky
It’s tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky
Ahh, ayy, ayy, ahh, ahh, ahh (Bhristo, talk to ’em, slime)
This the only one in Miami
I don’t even feel like tellin’ you where I’m at
I got angels on my back
I got demons in my bank
Account
Ayy, we picky
She say “How many?”
She thinks she a faker to know where I’m at
This light creepin’ will get you racks
Ayy, living that shit for sure
Go hop in the Lyft for sure
Taught me some new, I tip my hat
Ayy, yup, ayy, she ain’t geeked up, so she get me
I bought designer drugs, now I [?] say it’s city
Why I’ve been takin’ espresso? How I feel today
Feel pink ten’s today
I’m monotone, she feel a way
I could spend a M today
And wake up like it’s just any day
I got a car seat in the Lamb’, scared to hit the brakes
Neptune, Neptune, Neptune, mob boss killer, bless you
Try do everything I say, so you can’t blame the drank
Ayy, uh, ayy
I made it, pack saver through maze for the pape’
Ten summers on that purple shit, I could stand on my fate
All these Lambs’ are black and all I choose, Xan and watch the eighth
I’m up ayy
Ayy, shit get tricky
Ayy, shit get tricky
Ayy, shit get tricky
I don’t even feel like tellin’ you where I’m at
I got angels on my back
I got demons in my bank
Account
Ayy, we picky
She say “How many?”
She thinks she a faker to know where I’m at
This light creepin’ will get you racks
Ayy, living that shit for sure
Ayy, shit get tricky
Ayy, shit get tricky
Ayy, shit get tricky