Swae Lee - That Got Damn (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Swae Lee] In the spaceman coupe when a n***a ridin' 'round, flyin' saucer 4 hoes on my dick cause a n***a look like Big Poppa Got the ice on my neck and a b**h look like Ghost Rider She five minutes in, hit the dick, now a b**h dumbfounded Young n***a hit the block and came back with the fat pockets Got a bad a** b**h and she eat a dick like a gobstopper Hundred K on the neck and a n***a feel like Big Poppa Stepped out of the whip and a n***a looked like Big Poppa These f** a** n***as run around and they dick hoppin' I'm the same young n***a back then, I ain't ever clique hoppin' Got a bad a** b**h on my dick and she wanna see my wallet Keep your eyes to yourself, young b**h you don't need to see my pocket Ice all over my neck and my b**h look like Ghost Rider Hit the club, smoke some weed, hit the lean, now a n***a on fire Young n***a came through a n***a never could've came harder Five chains on the neck, goddamn feel like a f**in' Spartan Got the shield and the sword, now a n***a feel like he a Spartan Three hundred on his neck, goddam n***a feel like moonwalkin' Pull up, Stingray, goddamn, look like a flyin' saucer Bad b**h on the dick and she eat a dick just like sausage [Verse 2: Jace] All in the coupe and I'm all in some Coogi Goddam I'm feelin' like Biggie b**h 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 k**in' these n***as ain't nothing much really All of the n***as that's real, they gon' feel me Got a b**h on ice, somethin' like D'usse Magic City Monday money, I'ma throw it all on a Tuesday Put dope on a n***a, 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***a I'm a real monster Real mobsters watch us cause we bossed up Throwin' shots up 'til the n***a unconscious Better keep your girl locked up 'fore she end up knocked up, n***a [Verse 3: Andrea] I don't know your b**h but the b**h know me Know these n***as 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***a 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**hes I'ma k** '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** you sayin'? I'm why they waitin' Those your best friends, b**h why you fakin'? Got a new n***a but kids got taken Boss shoes, new bag but house still vacant Goddamn, I don't understand Dusty a** b**hes better learn who I am Sittin' in my throne, higher than the Grand Can' b**h talkin' slick, tell her get to steppin' like Pam I could give a f** about you, what your crew done done If you want it, you can get it, n***a your option You lil' n***as all talk, you ain't 'bout nothin' Set it off in the lot and watch you run, run, n***a