Tiger (Mike Dee Demo) lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Look

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
You know I love a tiger (Grr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that b*tch a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love a tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her ass like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
.44 barkin' (Ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit (Huh), then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she gon' talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"

[Verse: Mike Dee]
We're f*cking past that
R.I.P. to my dogs, he pass me the torch and I'm setting it off with a clap back
She get sticky with me, I don't rap cap
Call them rookies, they shoot off your snapback
All of these baddies, they loving my section
They know the objection, don't put me on Snapchat
Woozy b*tch on my di*k, trying to slap that
And she throwing it up with a 100,000 on my hand, running through more green than some cleats
Feature with me gon' cost a couple bands, bet you that track 50 in a week
She actin' innocent in front of her man, but shawty a show-off underneath the sheets
And now she verified up on the 'Gram, but n*ggas been verified up in the streets
Nice lil' hoe, we was gon' take a day off, but nah I'mma hold my tongue
And I just made 400k in a day with a watch and a chain, f*ck it, my mom's dumb
'Cause the ice look good when I hold my gun
Rollin' dice in the hood how I hold my funds
Put the pole to your head, I don't fold my thumbs
n*ggas know me in the industry and know me in the slums
Talk about Pablo, we hit him, I pass to my youngin', I told him, "Go get him"
Look, tell him, "Don't miss him"
Clip him, flip him
Listen, if I'm throwing shots I ain't missing
He lacking, he bugging like Jango lift him
Left him, clip him, clip him, flip him
[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
You know I love a tiger (Grr)
She got the buns, I admire (Hol' on)
I'm 'bout to buy that b*tch a car
I'm 'bout to send RD the wire (Wait)
You know I love a tiger (Wife)
I skrrt on her ass like a tire (Skrrt)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Ayy)
She like, "Papi, you on fire" (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Pop Smoke]
.44 barkin' (Ayy, huh), louder than a church choir (Huh)
I do a drill in a suit (Huh), then I change my attire (Look)
She throw her ass back in a quick sec'
Change her clothes and then make a Snapchat
Then she gon' talk about it on her Facebook
I'm like, "Baby, I thought we was past that"