Armani Caesar, BeatKing and Queendom Come - SIKE

Why your face so ugly?

Who gon' pop it? Rub my booty while I'm twerkin'
Ass fat, I make 'em crowd around me in a circle (ayy)
Ooh, that brown get me hype, hype, hype
Think he finna smash, nigga, sike, sike, sike (ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon' pop it? (Ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon' pop it? (Ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon' pop it? (Ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon'- (ayy, ayy, ayy, hold up)

Who gon' pop? (Ooh, ooh)
Who gon' drop? (Hold up, bitch)
I don't text back fast (nah)
I got options (hold up, hold up)
Head down, ass up (ooh, ooh)
I'ma throw cash up (ooh, ooh)
If you see me with her in the club
I prolly smashed her (club god)
West side in that Maybach (skrrt)
Armani, ass so fat-fat (fat)
Drop it to the floor, bring it back-back (ooh)
Hol' up, bitch, what's yo' Cash App? (Ooh)
Head down, ass up
That's the way I like to fuck (yeah)
You bad, but your partner badder
I'ma have to switch it up (hol' up)

Who gon' pop it? Rub my booty while I'm twerkin' (club god)
Ass fat, I make 'em crowd around me in a circle (ayy)
Ooh, that brown get me hype, hype, hype
Think he finna smash, nigga, sike, sike, sike (ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon' pop it? (Ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon' pop it? (Ayy)
Who gon' pop it? (Uh), who gon' pop it? (Ayy, what?)
Who gon' pop it? (Uh, uh) who gon'- (ayy, ayy, uh, yo)

Ass real soft like Play-Doh (uh)
Watch a bitch buss it like a Draco (woo)
Boss-ass bitch with a bankroll (wow)
And I keep a full clip, don't play, ho (huh)
Walk in the party with Rollie and Carti (wow)
Whip is the latest, I stay in that tardy (zoom)
Bitch, I'ma pop it, you know that I'm poppin'
Whenever they speakin' Armani the topic (ooh)
Caese-a-leo, 'Mani boo (aha)
Pussy taste like Juicy Fruit (muah)
Paper tags on that new whip (ah)
I got papers on it too (cash)
I got the sauce, bitch, I'm the boss (ha)
Skin is mahogany, Diana Ross (ha)
Booty so fat and it clap when I walk (ooh)
Bend that shit over, it look like a heart, muah

Who gon' pop it? Rub my booty while I'm twerkin'
Ass fat, I make 'em crowd around me in a circle (ayy)
Ooh, that brown get me hype, hype, hype
Think he finna smash, nigga, sike, sike, sike (ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon' pop it? (Ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon' pop it? (Ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon' pop it? (Ayy)
Who gon' pop it? Who gon'- (ayy, ayy)

Griselda by Fashion Rebels

Written by:
Joclynn Clyburn, Justin Riley, Tekiia Porter

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