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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AUDREY NUNA
AUDREY NUNA
Performer
DJ Snake
DJ Snake
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Audrey Chu
Audrey Chu
Composer
Anwar Sawyer
Anwar Sawyer
Songwriter
Nathan Donmoyer
Nathan Donmoyer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Snake
DJ Snake
Producer
Nate Donmoyer
Nate Donmoyer
Producer
Anwar Sawyer
Anwar Sawyer
Recording Engineer
Mike Pizza Piazza
Mike Pizza Piazza
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, one, two, fleeka
You wanna pop my speakers
Three, two, three, better blow ya momma's teeth out
I chew like I'm Pika then I spit like I'm Nina
Wish you merry Kwanzaa, set fire to my sneakers
[Verse 2]
One, two, fleeka
Might need some anesthesia
See me in the bleachers but I caught up like Anita
A-Chu, like paprika
Then I wanna spit like Aretha
You see me?
You feel me?
You got me? Eureka
[Verse 3]
What you want?
Everybody know my name, what you want?
Saying I was talking back just to front
Everybody talkin' shit and they damn right
Damn right, damn right, yeah
Damn right
Sayin' plastic on my wrist and they damn right
Damn right
[Verse 4]
One, two, fleeka
You wanna pop my, yeah
See me in the bleachers but I caught up like Anita
One, one, one, one, two, fleeka
See me in the bleachers but I caught up like Anita
[Verse 5]
One, two, fat thighs
Some trousers and a black eye
Three, two, three, only say what's up for the wifi
Guess I'm supposed to be grown
This how it feel bone to bone
And I did post but I'm alone
Rich off catfish like Petco
[Verse 6]
Damn right, she stole that Bacardi
Damn right, he drive fake Ferrari
God damn, it ain't even a party without you flexing that Murakami
Always late to the mass
Show, tell, never ask
Powerade in the flask
Wintertime in this counterfeit bag
[Verse 7]
What you want?
Everybody know my name, what you want?
Saying I was talking back just to front
Everybody talkin' shit and they damn right
Damn right, damn right, yeah
Damn right
Sayin' plastic on my wrist and they damn right
Damn right
Damn right, yeah
Damn right
Say I'm biting on their hits and they damn right
Damn right, damn right yeah
[Verse 8]
One, two, fleeka
You wanna pop my speaker, yeah
See me in the bleachers but I caught up like Anita
One, one, one, one, one, two
See me in the bleachers but I caught up like Anita
[Verse 9]
Your boy got a brat doll hair
He wanna quick bite with the lights on-air
Your pop got a beat with the Jay Z snare but the wife just sucks and she got no flare
I clap like religion
Move like snakes when I make my decision
Bye bye bye, better watch the precision
Wanna be me but you got no ambition
[Verse 10]
Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo
Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo
Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo
Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita
[Verse 11]
Yeah
Written by: Audrey Chu, Nate Donmoyer, Anwar Sawyer, William Sami Etienne Grigahcine
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