[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 bitch 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 fucking 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 bitch on my dick, 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***as 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, fuck 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***as 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 bitch 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"