Opps in the Air

[Intro]
Grrt, baow, huh?
Yo, Fivio, what's fuckin' crackin'?
Know the fucking vibes

[Verse 1]
I put a three in the walk in
Spot a opp and we scorch 'em
Anti-social, I ain't doing no talkin'
Told rich he spin, he nauseous
Maneuver in Bentley and Porsches
Cash out, don't care what it cost, bitch
Get rich, I'ma get me a office
I was sittin' at the top, we like bosses
I don't do no hits or no G rides
Walked up, that's how we slide
Said the gang gang fucked, yeah, she lied
All the bosses put in pain if Leaf die
I'm not Woo but I fuck with the Woos
Headshot if you dropping the woo
Call Rah, yeah, you know what he do
What y'all niggas gon' do?
Hundred Crips and we all wearing blue
Gray Flags for the fit, that's a boost
L.O.C's, yeah, they come in two
What y'all niggas gon' do?
Call Sean, he be fiending to shoot
Queez in the spliff, that's for the booth
Another Perc just to get in that mood
I'm not with the talking or none of that
O.T, I ran up a hundred pack
Drop a hundred then I get a hundred back
O.T, I can show you a hundred traps
She gon' call when she done with that
Link up in a telly, have fun with that
I ran through that bitch like the running back
Leaf Lzz gone come in like, "Run it back"
If I wanna trap, then we gonna trap
If I wanna trap, then we gonna trap
I feel like a [?]
All gas so they in the [?]

[Chorus]
It's a new opp in the air
Smoking dead niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all bitches stop and y'all stare
But when you see bread nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Smoking dead niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all bitches stop and y'all stare
But when you see bread nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah