T.I., Meek Mill - G Season lyrics

Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free
Sucka duckin' tell all them suckas get the
Fuck outta my way MAN you understand?
G Season

Told you motherfuckas once
Prison ain't change me
All it did was make a
Nigga crazy deranged see
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck for?
All I know now is to get
Out and go for the gusto
So, fuck niggas fuck hoes, he said, she said
Nigga and what so?
Fuck what they say 'bout my cases
Fuck what they say 'bout my lady
Fuck what they say we were doing
On the day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out day
And this next year of probation
How much dough I'm set to make


Where I'm go'n go on vacation
Wait, damn okay that's way to
Far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to
Day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by the threes
Bitches call me Papa John cuz
I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun
Livin' for the fun in Milan
With some bad bitches probably one of yourn
When will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin'
Blown by a blonde, i'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin' shit
Nigga ask about me homie I
Suggest you tell'em this

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
You sucka niggas out of style G season
You sucka niggas out of style G season

Meek Mill gold plates on my Aston
Martin bitch I'm ballin'
KIllin' all my haters tell yo
Mama pick a coffin hundred rounds shawty
I just gotta pick the target
Put my name on that flyer and
Watch the party get retarded
And I go crazy in that bitch
Look like Baby in that bitch
Got yo lady on my dick
Cuz I got like 80 on my wrist
KOD, I make it rain
I know they hate me in that pitch
So I be there just throw in mula
Like they paid me for that shit, hold up!
Started in the back now I'm
That nigga in the front
Shawty want the real so I'mma
Give her what she want
OG nigga you can put it in the blunt
Fuckin' all the baddest biches
I'mma hit 'em from the front
Just to see the faces on her
When this nigga laid on them
Erry time she ride that dick
I tell her go Jamaican on it
Lord have mercy, these bitches thirsty
I'm in a Merci she kissin' on my Hershey
We in this bitch!
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
That's yo main bitch? She fuckin' me
I don't fuck with niggas, I'm a fuckin' G
It's Meek Milly, TI, fuck the P

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
You sucka niggas out of style G season
You sucka niggas out of style G season

My best flow to cold to just bring it out
But go and talkin crazy tho'
You get yourself singled out
Half a million bust a pack
The whole Arena out
Bein' a sucka I don't know
The first thing about
You get the seen about
I'm comin' at yo face like a volcano head
Lava runnin' out yo face
Hey, If yo ass out of place
You'll find the weapons they
Took away I'll replace
What can I say? Another year, another case
Another sentence completed
I'm confident and conceited
I'm sucker free, sucker ducking
So tell them suckers to beat it
Don't fuck with me busta
Trust me your future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no touching me
Luckely I defeated the odd
But out my to Allah and glory to God
And I ain't even Islamic so sick
Whenever I vomit just throw me a mill' or 2
And that ought to settle my stomach
'Bout some money he done it
Call me Mr he Run It
These niggas ain't really bout it
They just be speaking ebonics
I'm nothing short of iconic, promise you
You don't want it strong as gin and tonic
My left you won't see it coming
My right you'll be running from it
I catch you with it, you done
I'm a keep it a 100
You better get you a gun
Word bond, real talk
Do my dirt up by my only
Cuz them suckas will talk

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
You sucka niggas out of style G season
You sucka niggas out of style G season