Crooked Stick (feat. Ghais Guevera and Alfred.)

Music: McKinley Dixon/Ghais Guevara/Alfred./Sam E. Yamaha [Intro] Yo
[Chorus] Boogie-woogie-whee to the beat of the clock's tick-tock They just wanna uh like Rick Ross Bourgeois flip-flops, give a ****, my pants like Kris Kross The high saditty bitches dance along to our pish-posh, bitch, watch
[Interlude] You already know, ha Brr, haha, yo
[Chorus] Bitch, watch, I haven't even yet to hit TikTok (Yeah) Do that little dance for TikTok They been mopped and wish-washed NPC, white noise, blih-blah, bitch, stop Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch
[Verse 1] Every since that night, I feel alive to close calls I seen your dogs, heard 'em bark, but they done lost all they snarl Be weary of the boys that pride themselves on the fall I'll die a legend or, nigga, I simply won't die at all, stupid Touchin' my fake shit, man, I guess I survived Turned to my niggas and they yelled, it seems the curse been defied (What?) My skin can make the living dead or dead come alive Might put an OG on this beat, watch his career get revived, wow
[Interlude] He's, uh, still not touching me, though Uh (Dummy)
[Chorus] Boogie-woogie-whee to the beat of the clock's tick-tock They just wanna uh like Rick Ross Bourgeois flip-flops, give a ****, my pants like Kris Kross Them high saditty bitches dance along to our pish-posh, bitch, watch I haven't even yet to head tip-top You do that little dance for TikTok You're mopped and wish-washed NPC, white noise, blih-blah, bitch, stop Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch
[Verse 2] You hit it once, get gone like mirage My legacy forever, yet they tryna sabotage Still a pious man, I won't never be a god (I won't never be a what?) But I got godly habits, that's some shit I can't dodge (That's some shit I can't dodge) Yeah, who say that you can't take it with you? I resurrect the foe and 'em and teach 'em how to spend it You say you not lucky, boy, you blessed, that's word My livelihood like melanin, eternal when I flourish, yeah
[Chorus] Boogie-woogie-whee to the beat of the clock's tick-tock They just wanna uh like Rick Ross Bourgeois flip-flops, give a **** my pants like Kris Kross Them high saditty bitches dance along to our pish-posh, bitch, watch I haven't even yet to head tip-top You do that little dance for TikTok You're mopped and wish-washed NPC, white noise, blih-blah, bitch, stop Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch (Stupid)