Crooked Stick

[Intro: Alfred.]
Yo

[Chorus: Alfred.]
Boogie-woogie-wee to the beat of the clock's tick-tock
They just wanna uh like Rick Ross
Bourgeois flip-flops, give a fuck, my pants like Kris Kross
The high-saditty bitches dance along to our pish-posh, bitch, watch
You already know, huh
Brr, haha, yo
Bitch, watch, I haven't even yet to hit tip-top (Yeah)
Do that little dance for TikTok
They been mopped and wish-washed
NPC, white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop
Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch

[Verse 1: McKinley Dixon]
Ever since that night, I feel alive through close calls
I seen your dogs, heard 'em bark, but they done lost all they snarl (Ayy)
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 face, shit, man, I guess I survived
Turned to my niggas and I yell, "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: McKinley Dixon & Alfred.]
He's, uh, still not touching me, though
Uh (Dummy)

[Chorus: Alfred.]
Boogie-woogie-wee to the beat of the clock's tick-tock
They just wanna uh like Rick Ross
Bourgeois flip-flops, give a fuck, my pants like Kris Kross
Them high-saditty bitches dance along to our pish-posh, bitch, watch
I haven't even yet to hit tip-top
You do that little dance for TikTok
You're mopped and wish-washed
NPC, white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop
Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch

[Verse 2: Ghais Guevara]
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: Alfred.]
Boogie-woogie-wee to the beat of the clock's tick-tock
They just wanna uh like Rick Ross
Bourgeois flip-flops, give a fuck my pants like Kris Kross
Them high-saditty bitches dance along to our pish-posh, bitch, watch
I haven't even yet to hit tip-top
You do that little dance for TikTok
You're mopped and wish-washed
NPC, white noise, blip-blop, bitch, stop
Trippin' over the time of that wristwatch (Stupid)