Game 7

[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)