Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Dua Lipa
Vocals
Corey Nutile
Programming
Jess Jackson
Programming
Mantra
Bass
Michael Gomes
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dua Lipa
Songwriter
Michael Gomes
Composer
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Daniel Mizrahi
Composer
Sarah Hudson
Songwriter
Caro Dru De
Songwriter
Ryan Press
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R!S
Co-Producer
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer
Michael Gomes
Co-Producer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rafael Fadul
Recording Engineer
Dru Decaro
Producer
Mantra
Producer
Lyrics
Oh, oh
Baba treesha
Oh
I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha
Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor)
And she look like a eater (a eater)
I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin')
I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha
Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor)
And she look like a eater (a eater)
I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin')
Oh, wait, wait
Oh, wait
Ooh, ooh
Fishbowl, send shots, bend blocks, send 'em back (yeah)
Earthquakes and ceiling cracks (no way), all my niggas into that
You send a shot, we send it back, all facts, no cap (none)
Put my hat to the back (back), a hundred thousand in the bag
Look, 11 dollars a hour ain't enough to live (nah)
So I'ma go in every store and I'ma swipe this shit (yeah, yeah)
They tryna lock a nigga up and I'm like, "Fuck a bid"
'Cause either way, mommy gon' still love her kid (she gon' love him)
I just did 20 from the city, they like, "Who is you?" (who the hell?)
A lotta niggas talkin' shit that they don't really do (ah, yeah)
I'm 'bout to turn my Air Force 1's into a Gucci shoe (yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy Boost (oh)
My president black, bandana is blue (you know what I'm sayin'?)
Diamonds drippin", got me glistenin' like I came out the pool
I'm so exotic like I came out the zoo (no)
But I shot out the coupe (no)
I got a scope with a clear eye view, woo (yeah)
I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha
Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor)
And she look like a eater (a eater)
I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin')
I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha
Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor)
And she look like a eater (a eater)
I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin')
Oh, wait, wait
My demeanor is meaner than yours (oh, wait)
Ooh, ooh
Female alpha and I practice what I preach, I devour
Tell me, can you take the heat?
You can touch with your eyes only
I know you like what you see
That "je ne sais quoi" energy
Baby, get on your knees
You can't say pop without smoke
So fill up with your lungs, my diamonds will make you choke
You like the way I move, my demeanor is meaner than yours
So clap for the encore
You can't say pop without smoke
So fill up with your lungs, my diamonds will make you choke
You like the way I move, my demeanor is meaner than yours
So clap for the encore
I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha
Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor)
And she look like a eater (a eater)
I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin')
I'm flirtin' with your baba treesha
Shorty said she like my demeanor (demeanor)
And she look like a eater (a eater)
I'm off the Perky geekin' (geekin')
Oh, wait, wait
My demeanor is meaner than yours (oh, wait)
Ooh, ooh
Writer(s): Sarah Theresa Hudson, Clarence Bernard Coffee, Ryan Presson, Daniel Mizrahi, Michael Louis Gomes, Dua Lipa, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Dru Decaro, Steven William Victor
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