Crooked Stick (feat. Ghais Guevera and Alfred.)

Yo

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

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, ****, I simply won't die at all, stupid

Touchin' my face, shit, man, I guess I survived

Turned to my **** 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

He's, uh, still not touching me, though

Uh (Dummy)

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

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

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)