G Season

[Produced by Cardiak and Chinky P] [Intro: T.I.] Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin' Tell all them suckas get the fuck outta my way, man You understand? G Season [Verse 1: T.I.] 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 too far ahead of me So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breathe Cop cars by the threes, Bitches call me Papa John 'cause 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 [Chorus: T.I.] 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 [Verse 2: Meek Mill] 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, 'cause 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 throwin' 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 and I'ma give her what she want OG nigga, you can put it in the blunt Fuckin' all the baddest bitches, I'ma hit 'em from the front Just to see the faces on her, when this nigga laid on them E'ry 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, T.I., fuckin' P [Chorus: T.I.] 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 [Verse 3: T.I.] My best flow too cold to just bring it out But go and talkin' crazy though, 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, luckily 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'ma keep it a 100, you better get you a gun Word bond, real talk, do my dirt up by my only 'Cause them suckas will talk [Chorus: T.I.] 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