I Dont Write Raps lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo Sebastian, run that sh*t the f*ck back)

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