I'm a G (feat. Bun B & Young Dro)

Lyrics: B. Freeman/Dana Ramey/Jasiel Robinson/D. Hart/Christopher Ussery Music: B. Freeman/Dana Ramey/Jasiel Robinson/D. Hart/Christopher Ussery Is that right? Block Hustlenomic$ BNT ho! A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me that BNT ho! Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let＇s go 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 keep ****in' me she ****in' the rest (＇Cause she a G) Cuz I＇m a A B C D E F G 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 bitches, ain't no shame '77 Chevelle, same color ****in In ＇92 ＇Ball n G were playin in da deck How would the youngest ****ing get money and respec You in that name droppin＇ get you and yo mans wet Bitch I'm a G now who the **** you think you playin' wit? 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 keep ****in' me she ****in' the rest Cuz I＇m a A B C D E F G Aiyyo, pull up on the scene Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine Blockstar comin＇ I＇m proud of sellin＇ codiene Shootin' niggas 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****in' 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 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 keep ****in' me she ****in' the rest Cuz I＇m a A B C D E F G 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 ****in' 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 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 keep ****in' me she ****in' the rest Cuz I＇m a A B C D E F G