Middle East lyrics

[Verse]
I feel like Jefe on the Eastside when I'm ridin' down
My b*tch a Whitney with that choppa I be Bobby Brown
On my own with some fat sh*t need to pap you out
I'm f*ckin' with some fine b*tches tryna tap her out
n*ggas in the Middle East I never seen a drought
Lil' brother said he wanna freak he wanna f*ck her mouth
These b*tches comin' from the East want us to sl*t 'em out
Two Glocks in a cup, double blicked down
With the [?] and I trap, bust a brick down
With your hoe, in her mouth, broke her back
I'm that n*gga put that gun right to your f*ckin' mouth
Wallahi n*gga I had choppas on the south
Mashallah I'll pin 'em down
The choppa is a, pfft, infinite rounds
I can get a b*tch, get a b*tch, that's another b*tch
I can make a hit, makе a hit, man that's another hit
I can hit that wrist, cut your wrist, cut off your f*ckin' wrist
I can hit your b*tch, make your b*tch, leavе her f*ckin' naked
I just got this b*tch all in her Tesla got her poppin' Teslas
You and your [?], give a f*ck, b*tch I'm 50 [?]
Trippin' off the [?] like four extra, all these b*tches extra
Switch all on my hip like b*tch can I help you
Yeah, I walked in by myself I feel like 9/11
Yeah, I'm walkin' by myself feel like I did 9/11
I got so much money like the n*ggas who did 9/11
I'm f*ckin' b*tches, all these b*tches said I'm [?]
I'm walkin' down with the choppa choppa 7-Eleven
These b*tches tryna f*ck on me I send a b*tch to heaven
This b*tch she tryna line me up set up, b*tch sent the head up
This b*tch she tryna line me up pray for her send a
This b*tch she tryna line me up pray for her send a whip