Текст песни: Yung Joc. Hustlenomics. I'm A G.

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(feat. Young Dro & Bun B)
[INTRO: Yung Joc]
Is that right?
Block
Hustlenomic$
ENT ho!
A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat
ENT 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
Cause 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 with?

[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
Cause 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 codine
Shootin' nigga ear off I'm from north streets no beam
Work for some of my cousin down in Florida name dorine
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tellin' me when they see it, man my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin beack cost
30" chonties on the Escalade cost
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me with dat rap talk
Catch me up on sencer road tearin' up da asphault
Took alota cash and baught
Jury, scurred me
Eights on da donk make it hard to turn scuring
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta the fist of fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
A general I'm surely man I sitin pearty
I got this shit locked, tell mama don't worry(DRO)

[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
Cause 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 bomb dro best thang smokin 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, soulja, or guerilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cause 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
Cause I'm a A B C D E F G