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 fuck me she fucked 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 fuck me she fucked 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" ashantis on that Escalade lac car
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't
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Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault
Took alota cash and walked
Jury, scurred me
Eights on da donk make it hard to turn, scurrin' me
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 fuck me she fucked 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 fuckin' 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 fuck me she fucked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G