Young Dro - I'm a G lyrics

Published

0 281 0

Young Dro - I'm a G lyrics

[Yung Joc] Is that right? (Block... E-N-T ho!) Hustlenomic$ A G is what a G does n***a My momma told me that (E-N-T ho!) Dro, Bun B, Yung Joc (BLOCK~!) Let's go [Hook] 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 b**h f**ed me she f**ed the rest (she a G) Cause I'mma (A-B-C-D-E-F-G) [Yung Joc] 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 b**h the same thang Middle finger to ya pussies, n***a no shame '77 Chevelle, same color c**aine In ninety-two Ball and 'G were playin in the deck Out with the younguns n***a, get money and respect You and that name droppin get you and your mans wet n***a I'm a G, now who the f** you think you playin with? [Hook] - repeat 2X [Young Dro] This your boy Young Dro right here You know I'm a G~! Ay look Pull up on the scene, b**h I'm cleaner than chlorine Block star comin, I'm proud of sellin codeine Shoot a n***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 motherf**in Vette cost Thirty inches touchin on the Escalade, 'llac cost b**h 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, j**elry, 'scuse me Eights on the dump make it hard to turn steering Swingin on them n***as swear I gotta feel some fury Trappin at the hotel you can catch me at the j**elry A general, I'm surely, man I'm sittin pretty I got this sh** locked, tell momma don't worry [Hook] - repeat 2X [Bun B] 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 s** the pole I'm so f**in cold I give a polar bear frostbite You see my j**elry 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 [Hook] - repeat 2X