Yung Joc, Young Dro, Bun B - I'm a G lyrics
Young Dro [D'Juan Montrel Har] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yung Joc, Young Dro, Bun B - I'm a G lyrics]
Is that right? (Block e-N T ho) hustlenomic$
A G is what a G does nigga
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, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
In ninety-two Ball and 'G were
Playin in the deck
Out with the younguns nigga
Get money and respect
You and that name droppin get
You and your mans wet nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas
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)
A G is what a G does nigga
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, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
In ninety-two Ball and 'G were
Playin in the deck
Out with the younguns nigga
Get money and respect
You and that name droppin get
You and your mans wet nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas
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)