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

Is that right? (Block... E-N-T ho!)

Hustlenomic$

A G is what a G does ****

My momma told me that (E-N-T ho!)

Dro, Bun B, Yung Joc (BLOCK~!)

Let's go

I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)

And in my pocket it ain't ever nuttin less (than a G)

And if your bitch fucked me she fucked the rest (she a G)

Cause I'mma (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 one hundred percent all the way

The block on lock, just 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 your bitch the same thang

Middle finger to ya pussies, **** no shame

'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine

In ninety-two Ball and 'G were playin in the deck

Out with the younguns ****, get money and respect

You and that name droppin get you and your mans wet

**** I'm a G, now who the fuck you think you playin with?

I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)

And in my pocket it ain't ever nuttin less (than a G)

And if your bitch fucked me she fucked the rest (she a G)

Cause I'mma (A-B-C-D-E-F-G)

This your boy Young Dro right here

You know I'm a G~! Ay look

Pull up on the scene, bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine

Block star comin, I'm proud of sellin codeine

Shoot a **** ER from off the street, no beam

Work for my cousin down in Florida named Doreen

All I want is some mo' cream, my wrist on Jack Frost

Tell 'em again they see it man my wrist on Jack Frost

I ain't gotta say how much the motherfuckin Vette cost

Thirty inches touchin on the Escalade, 'llac cost

Bitch I'm from the projects you can miss me wit that rap talk

Catch me up on Section Road, tearin up the asphault

Took a lot if cash and bought, jewelry, 'scuse me

Eights on the dump make it hard to turn steering

Swinging on them ****, swear I got the fists of fury

Trappin at the hotel, you can catch me at the Drury

A general, I'm surely, man I'm 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 it ain't ever nuttin less (than a G)

And if your bitch fucked me she fucked the rest (she a G)

Cause I'mma (A-B-C-D-E-F-G)

You see me hop out of a oh-eight, somethin on 24's

Rockin the newest earrings, some next seasons clothes

I guess that's the reason hoes stop drop tuck and roll

Like an inferno, they turn over and suck the pole

I'm so fuckin cold I give a polar bear frostbite

You see my jewelry and you know what it cost right?

You see my toolery it's bigger than your arm so

No tomfoolery and you won't see the bomb blow

Need a bomb ho, Yung Joc got the work

I need some bomb 'dro, "Best Thang Smokin'" got the purp'

Let me hear them on the church, and orchestrate a rendezvous

We meet some boppers, bottles, and don't forget the bombay too

Who, you know who's keepin it trilla

Just name any thug, gangster, soldier, or gorilla

I snatch him up by his shoulders and strip off his stripes

Cause when you trill you don't trip off the height, that ain't my type

I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)

And in my pocket it ain't ever nuttin less (than a G)

And if your bitch fucked me she fucked the rest (she a G)

Cause I'mma (A-B-C-D-E-F-G)