That Got Damn (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
In the spaceman coupe when a n*gga ridin' 'round, flyin' saucer
4 hoes on my di*k cause a n*gga look like Big Poppa
Got the ice on my neck and a b*tch look like Ghost Rider
She five minutes in, hit the di*k, now a b*tch dumbfounded
Young n*gga hit the block and came back with the fat pockets
Got a bad ass b*tch and she eat a di*k like a gobstopper
Hundred K on the neck and a n*gga feel like Big Poppa
Stepped out of the whip and a n*gga looked like Big Poppa
These f*ck ass n*ggas run around and they di*k hoppin'
I'm the same young n*gga back then, I ain't ever clique hoppin'
Got a bad ass b*tch on my di*k and she wanna see my wallet
Keep your eyes to yourself, young b*tch you don't need to see my pocket
Ice all over my neck and my b*tch look like Ghost Rider
Hit the club, smoke some weed, hit the lean, now a n*gga on fire
Young n*gga came through a n*gga never could've came harder
Five chains on the neck, goddamn feel like a f*ckin' Spartan
Got the shield and the sword, now a n*gga feel like he a Spartan
Three hundred on his neck, goddam n*gga feel like moonwalkin'
Pull up, Stingray, goddamn, look like a flyin' saucer
Bad b*tch on the di*k and she eat a di*k just like sausage

[Verse 2: Jace]
All in the coupe and I'm all in some Coogi
Goddam I'm feelin' like Biggie
b*tch in my booth and we might make a movie
Goddamn I feel like Swizzy
B's in here and I feel like Bizzy, C's in here and I feel like 50
Ceej in red, LightSkinMac in blue
Got a whole bunch of G's with me
Bustin' a 'rillo, I'm rollin' a 'rillo
I'm sorry it took me so long, it was sticky
Killin' these n*ggas ain't nothing much really
All of the n*ggas that's real, they gon' feel me
Got a b*tch on ice, somethin' like D'usse
Magic City Monday money, I'ma throw it all on a Tuesday
Put dope on a n*gga, smoke on it
Dope dun-ta-duns, 400, still blunted, who want it?
You could never have a mil', nah I'm 'bout to be worth a mil'
Pop a few pills and I'm still on 'em
n*gga I'm a real monster
Real mobsters watch us cause we bossed up
Throwin' shots up 'til the n*gga unconscious
Better keep your girl locked up 'fore she end up knocked up, n*gga
[Verse 3: Andrea]
I don't know your b*tch but the b*tch know me
Know these n*ggas out to get me so I stay lowkey
If I want it I can get it, never paid no fee
But I'd be damned if a n*gga ever tried to play me
Cause I'm on top, got it on lock
Tryna beat me, ye ain't even got a close shot
Won't stop, get the job done then I roll up
If I ain't the best then I'm creepin' in the 4 top
Tell these b*tches I'ma kill 'em every chance I get
Gotta make it all back from all the cash I spent
Pull up in all black with the windows tint
And I only want the money if the cash came bent
f*ck you sayin'? I'm why they waitin'
Those your best friends, b*tch why you fakin'?
Got a new n*gga but kids got taken
Boss shoes, new bag but house still vacant
Goddamn, I don't understand
Dusty ass b*tches better learn who I am
Sittin' in my throne, higher than the Grand Can'
b*tch talkin' slick, tell her get to steppin' like Pam
I could give a f*ck about you, what your crew done done
If you want it, you can get it, n*gga your option
You lil' n*ggas all talk, you ain't 'bout nothin'
Set it off in the lot and watch you run, run, n*gga