CrimeLand (Chiraq Remix)

I got all these Bitches. On my team. I'm the man now. Riding round on my block. Like a blunt. You get smoked down. Bitch I am Lean Gang with OBG, we rep that. MP7s and white vans, Fuck boy u gon get clapped. This the side of New Jersey, that nobody wanna come too. I smoked a opp, false claming shit, fuck nigga we don't know you. If you want some problems, have you go missing like Scooby Doo. Can't hang with no fucking lames, all these niggas is FuFu. CrimeLand is where I'm at, you'll never see me on the porch. Wilding with some savages, all my youngins is blowing torch. Pulled up in that droptop, I'm speeding in a silver Porsche. Nothing but designer, these Balmains ain't in any store. Kicking doors with Timberlands. I'm toting poles like a fisherman. Call up Drill, he gone finish him. Call of Duty, we killing shit. Not Chiraq but we drilling shit. I'm cold-hearted, Fuck that feeling shit. That Ape Shit, tote banana clips. I'm Lean Gang, I be doing hits. We in the cut like Peroxide. Run up on me, that's a homicide. Gherbo, let them babies cry. Ain't got no gun that's a suicide. Already know, I got the gang with me. Shotgun shells, that's in Drill City. Fuck the feds, they is on my ass. Bankrolls, why my trues swag. Uncle Pearly pop you like a pill. Free YG and Cuzin Pill. Did this shit without a deal. Getting money, wait, that's the deal. Never switch, I keep it real. Hunnit bills, with the blue seal. When I make this Mac spit, ya wig cap is gone get peeled