Testo Finger Roll

Yeah, yeah
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
Pulled up in my Chevy, left it sitting on three
Smoking with my dog, all we do is lay heat
Uh

Firing thoughts from behind the three point arc
We playing with [?] that's what took us from these neighborhood parks to professional ball courts Luxuries of all sorts
This is the wide world of sports, agility and smart
I displayed and made the whole planet my stage
The weapons in gage, locked in on a pay day
My rhymes are screenplays
Million dollars on every page, watch me prove it
I continue copping roofless coops from this music
Cops pursuing him, try to figure what they doing
Underground rap trapping couldn't have been too good to him
Old Chevy's on new rims, gorrila glue wax [?]
I'm high no matter what
Stoned and plotting on stacking up
Y'all are clowns, just wrap it up