White Iverson lyrics – Post Malone sings about tragic NBA figure Allen Iverson (YouTube audio video)

Ninety-nine times out of 100, songs based on sports are weak. The two exceptions:

1. The time Joe Budden remixed the NBA on NBC theme song and came up with the line, “Talk about he real, how he quick with a glock;But like Kurt Thomas he ain’t good for s***on the block.”

2. The entire song, “White Iverson”by Post Malone. Here are the lyrics to “White Iverson:”

Double OT
I’m a new three

Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my f***in’pay

I got me some braids and I got me some hoes
Started rockin’ the sleeve, I can’t ball with no Jordans
You know how I do it, Concords on my toes
(This s*** is hard)
I ain’t rich yet, but you know I ain’t broke, I
So if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, I
I’m with some white girls and they lovin’ the coca
Like they’re OT
Double OT like I’m KD, smokin’ OG
And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth
Bitch I’m smiling, bet you see me from the nosebleeds
I’m the new 3 and I change out to my new 3s

White Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
You gon’ think about me when I’m gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my f***in’pay

Cigarettes and a headband
Commas, commas in my head, man
Slumped over like a dead man
Red and black, ’bout my bread, man
I’m the answer, never question
Lace up, learn a lesson
Bitch I’m saucin’, I do this often, don’t do no talkin’
My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans
I’m ballin’, money jumpin’
Like I’m Davis from New Orleans
Or bitch I’m Harden, I don’t miss nothin’
F*** practice, this shit just happens, know y’all can’t stand it
I have it, I’ll never pass it, I work my magic
High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy
It’s tragic, I make it happen, and all y’all Shaqtin’