I Dont Write Raps

[Intro]
(Ayo Sebastian, run that shit the fuck back)

[Verse]
Nigga mic check
Pull up to this court, I'm droppin' buckets, bitch I'm Mike Neff
If I pull up to church, with the Glock, then my eyes red
Bitch wanna do what to me, shit I might let
Bad bitch wanna throw it back, shit I might catch
Saw you hit that bitch without a condom, shit you might catch
Bae, put that one thing on with the tight dress
These opps ain't tryna lose they life, nigga aight bet
Cop asking questions, sorry sir see I'm blind, deaf?
Niggas want beef, yeah aight, got bout nine chefs
Bitch keep tryna rape DaBoii, let the pipe rest
Bitch all up on my mic, bitch the mic dead
Eatin' prime ribs while your bitch give me prime neck
Thick bitch, she a thick bitch, get behind that
Bro bought a Glock 18, where you find that?
And I'll have em' put that mufucka' where yo mind at
And when I bought a chain you was like, where is mines at
I can tell she a hoe by the length of her eyelash
Bitch threw that ass in a circ', yeah rewind that
Niggas swear they can't get touched, k Ipad
Oo is that the Gen 5? That's a nice strap
Take that mufucka' off yo hip now it's mines' jack
I'll never tell them people shit or take a ice bath
Bitch just now noticing me? You a blind bat
Bitch came out in some sweats, where yo' tights at
That hoe shit in them subtweets, we don't type that
Niggas ain't never outside when we slide past
Nigga when you see me, nigga I'm mad
I can't shake these niggas hands, nigga I dap
Different state, in a different hood, nigga I adapt
Niggas keep bragging bout' these bitches nigga I had
Bitch keep ahh' after I nutted baby I tap
Continuing where I left off baby I'm back
Bitch thought I was a mixed breed, bitch I'm black
I'll send this Frenchie out the trunk, give me five cash
In the booth, off the dome wit' it I don't write raps nigga