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