[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 And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest 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 And I a true balla n G playin in da deck Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u 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 f**k me she f**ked 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' ?? Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north streets no bean Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain't boring
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin bet cost 30" stretchas on the Escalade ?? Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault Took alota cash and walked Jury, scurred me Eights on da ?? make it hard to steering Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery A general and surely man I seem pearly I got this shit locked, tell mom 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 f**k me she f**ked 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 f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin 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 strips 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 f**k me she f**ked the rest Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
