[Verse: Leaf Lzz]

I put up three in the walk in
Spot a opp and we scorch 'em
Anti-social, I ain't doing no talkin'
Told Rich keep spinnin' 'til nauseous
Maneuver in Bentley and Porsches
Cash out, don't care what it cost, bitch
Get rich, I'ma get me a office
So we 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
Fuck the [?], 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
Through the coat, yeah you know how he shoot, poof
What ya'll n***as gon' do?
Hundred Crips and we all wearing bluе
Gray Flags for the fit, that's a boost
Locc yeah, they comin' too
What y'all n***as gon' do?
Call Sеan, he be feenin' to shoot
Queez in the spliff, that's for the boost
She need a perc just to get in that mood
[Verse 2: Leaf Lzz]

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
Yeah 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 on like, "Run it back"
If I say I wanna rap, I wanna run the trap
If I say I wanna rap, I wanna run the trap
I feel like a Pablo, load up the chop though, need a [?]
[?]
And it's still Queezo in the Fronto
Told white boy it's lit when he come home
Big L Block, can't leave my gun home

[Chorus: Leaf Lzz]

It's a new opp in the air
Smokin' dead n***as, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya'll bitches stop and ya'll stare
When you see bread n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, smokin' dead n***as, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya'll bitches stop and ya'll stare
When you see bread n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Bridge: Fivio Foreign]

Baow, you know the vibes
Fivio Foreign, Leaf
Uh, what's crackin' Rip
Uh, straight to it
Baow, movie
Ayy, Baow, Look

[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign]

I bust a military move, uh, that's when I'm really in the mood
Uh, shooters, they don't got anything to lose
Uh, my shit lit, everything hittin' through the roof
Baow, look uh
N***as dyin' we ain't missin' 'em
Bullets is flyin' and whistling
Babies is cryin' and sniffling
Bitches lyin', we ain't listenin'
Ay, ay, ay
Miss once, I neva eva miss again
Bullets too big for the clip, but we still gon' try to fit 'em in
Yeah front, we in the front
No more opps in my blunt, Lil' n***a this some runtz
Shout out Dee Savv, for put the Folks in the trunk
My bitches right, so I'ma get the, play the "Blixky Inna Box" only the first of the month
Move, flex, It's Fivio Foreign in the flesh
Bullets hot, and they burning like Henny to the neck
Uh, I told my shooter to put the Semi's to your chest
You think you tuff when you get drunk
Put the Henny to the test
[?] be the movement
Mover's wit' me and they ready to move shit
Free Gutta he boom shit
I see a opp and I'ma lose it
Fivio, exclusive
I show no love to intruders
Snowflake, coolin'. I done got lit off of music
[Chorus: Leaf Lzz]

It's a new opp in the air
Smokin' dead n***as, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya'll bitches stop and ya'll stare
When you see bread n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, smokin' dead n***as, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya'll bitches stop and ya'll stare
When you see bread n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's a new opp in the air
Smokin' dead n***as, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya'll bitches stop and ya'll stare
When you see bread n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, smokin' dead n***as, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya'll bitches stop and ya'll stare
When you see bread n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah