Crooked Stick

Lyrics

[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)