Game 7

Lyrics

[Intro: RaRa] Super Sonics (Uh, yo, yo) [Chorus: RaRa] Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt) Bitch, I'm fresher than your reverend (Ayy, ayy) Stomping in these Jordan 6 (You know) Ballin' like it's game seven (Ball out) Ballin' like LeBron, bitch, you know I'm pimpin' These lil' bitches gone, now you know we scorin' Post up on your whole layup (Layup) Numbers on the board way up (Way up) [Post-Chorus: Brandon Rossi] I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well) I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well) I'm at the top of the W (Yeah) Walk out that bitch with a W (Oh, yeah) I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well) I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well) I'm at the top of the W (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Walk out that bitch with a W (Yeah) [Verse 1: T.I.] Okay, I'm all you can ask for I'm in it ball to the wall, you can ask her I'm going hard, knock a bitch he really care for She call, I'ma do the dash, boy, in the mall, I'ma pay cash for it Forever my lady in the new Mercedes Kickin' shit I learned from hustlers in the eighties Integrated pimpin' made it present day Brought it up to date and turned it up a notch Burn a couple zip, pop a couple pill Pour a pint of lean, take a couple shots Stick with me, we'll be, we're headed to the top We'll hop out, look who in this motherfucker now ('Fucker now) [Refrain: T.I. & RaRa] We'll hop out, look who in this motherfucker now Pull— Pull— Pull up in the 911 Pull— Pull— Pull— Pull— [Chorus: RaRa] Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt) Bitch, I'm fresher than your reverend (Ayy, ayy) Stomping in these Jordan 6 (You know) Ballin' like it's game seven (Ball out) Ballin' like LeBron, bitch, you know I'm pimpin' These lil' bitches gone, now you know we scorin' Post up on your whole layup (Layup) Numbers on the board way up (Way up) [Post-Chorus: Brandon Rossi] I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well) I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well) I'm at the top of the W (Yeah) Walk out that bitch with a W (Oh, yeah) I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well) I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well) I'm at the top of the W (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Walk out that bitch with a W (Yeah) [Verse 2: RaRa] I win, win, win, do this shit again Shawty say she in, told her bring her friend Tell 'em what they like to hear Then get 'em up and now they goin' for a player Staring at me like I'm Michael Jordan Pull up in some shit like Michael Knight Larry Bird shooter, bad bitch recruiter All my jewelry on me, I'm on jury duty [Pre-Chorus: Brandon Rossi] I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well) I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well) I'm at the top of the W (Yeah) Walk out that bitch with a W (Oh, yeah) I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well) I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well) I'm at the top of the W (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Walk out that bitch with a W (Yeah) [Chorus: RaRa] Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt) Bitch, I'm fresher than your reverend (Ayy, ayy) Stomping in these Jordan 6 (You know) Ballin' like it's game seven (Ball out) Ballin' like LeBron, bitch, you know I'm pimpin' These lil' bitches gone, now you know we scorin' Post up on your whole layup (Layup) Numbers on the board way up (Way up) [Post-Chorus: Brandon Rossi] I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well) I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well) I'm at the top of the W (Yeah) Walk out that bitch with a W (Oh, yeah) I'ma wake up with a W (Well, well, well) I like the flair with the W (Well, well, well) I'm at the top of the W (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Walk out that bitch with a W (Yeah) [Chorus: RaRa] Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt) Bitch, I'm fresher than your reverend (Ayy, ayy) Stomping in these Jordan 6 (You know) Ballin' like it's game seven (Ball out) Ballin' like LeBron, bitch, you know I'm pimpin' These lil' bitches gone, now you know we scorin' Post up on your whole layup (Layup) Numbers on the board way up (Way up)