Composer : 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 s**t I can't dodge (That's some s**t 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)
