Game 7 lyrics

[Intro: RaRa]
Super Sonics (Uh, yo, yo)

[Chorus: RaRa]
Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt)
b*tch, 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, b*tch, you know I'm pimpin'
These lil' b*tches 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 b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch 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' sh*t 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 motherf*cker now ('f*cker now)
[Refrain: T.I. & RaRa]
We'll hop out, look who in this motherf*cker now
Pull— Pull— Pull up in the 911
Pull— Pull—
Pull— Pull—

[Chorus: RaRa]
Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt)
b*tch, 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, b*tch, you know I'm pimpin'
These lil' b*tches 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 b*tch 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 b*tch with a W (Yeah)
[Verse 2: RaRa]
I win, win, win, do this sh*t 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 sh*t like Michael Knight
Larry Bird shooter, bad b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch with a W (Yeah)

[Chorus: RaRa]
Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt)
b*tch, 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, b*tch, you know I'm pimpin'
These lil' b*tches 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 b*tch 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 b*tch with a W (Yeah)

[Chorus: RaRa]
Pull up in the 911 (Skrrt)
b*tch, 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, b*tch, you know I'm pimpin'
These lil' b*tches gone, now you know we scorin'
Post up on your whole layup (Layup)
Numbers on the board way up (Way up)