INTRO (Yung Joc)
Is that right?
Block
Hustlenomic$
BNT ho!
A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat
BNT ho!
Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go
(Chorus)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less (Than a G)
And if your bitch fuck me she fucked the rest ('Cause she a G)
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
(Verse 1: Yung Joc)
You can catch me in the A
Check my DNA
What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way
The block on lock, jet like the chain gang
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
In '92 'Ball n G were playin in da deck
How would the youngest nigga, get money and respect
You in that name droppin' get you and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the fuck you think you playin wit?
(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch fuck me she fucked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
(Verse 2: Young Dro)
Aiyyo, pull up on the scene
Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine
Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' codiene
Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from up da street no bean
Work for my cousin down in Florida named Doreen
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tell 'em again they see it, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the motha fuckin bet cost
30" stretchas on the Escalade 'lac comp
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on Simpson road tearin' up da asphault
Took alota cash and bought jewelry, scurred me
Eights on da Donk make it hard to turn, surely
Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I gotta Fists of Fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I sittin pretty
I got this shit locked, tell momma don't worry
(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch fuck me she fucked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
(Verse 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's
Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole
I'm so fuckin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right?
You see my toolery, it's bigger than your arm so
No Tom foolery and you won't see the bomb blow
Need da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some bomb dro Best Thang Smokin' got da purp
Let me hear dem on da chirp and orchestrate a rendezvous
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bombay too
Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla
Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his stripes
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type
(Chorus x3)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch fuck me she fucked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G
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