Meek Mill - G Season Lyrics
feat. Meek Mill[Intro:]Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'Tell all them suckas get the ***** outta my way MANYou understand?G Season[Verse 1: T.I.]Told you mother*****as once, prison ain't change meAll it did was make a nigga crazy deranged seePsycho, nuts so, what I give a ***** for?All I know now is to get out and go for the gustoSo, ***** niggas ***** hoes, he said, she said, nigga and what so?***** what they say 'bout my cases, ***** what they say 'bout my lady***** what they say we were doing on the day of visitationAll I care 'bout is my out day and this next year of probationHow much dough I'm set to make, where I'm go'n go on vacationWait, damn. Okay that's way to far ahead of meSo I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breathCop cars by the threes, *****es call me Papa John cuz I keep that extra cheeseOverseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad *****esProbably one of yourn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a DonRidin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blonde, I'm the bombTerrorist, hella rich, wreckin' shitNigga ask about me homie I suggest you tell'em this[Hook:]I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka freeYou ain't a G, Don't ***** with meYou sucka niggas out of style G seasonYou sucka niggas out of style G season[Verse 2: Meek Mill]Meek MillGold plates on my Aston Martin ***** I'm ballin'KIllin' all my haters tell yo mama pick a coffinHundred rounds shawty, I just gotta pick the targetPut my name on that flyer and watch the party get retardedAnd I go crazy in that *****, look like Baby in that *****Got yo lady on my dick, cuz I got like 80 on my wristKOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that pitchSo 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 frontShawty want the real so I'mma give her what she wantOG nigga you can put it in the blunt*****in' all the baddest biches, I'mma hit 'em from the frontJust to see the faces on her, when this nigga laid on themErry time she ride that dick, I tell her go Jamaican on itLord have mercy, these *****es thirstyI'm in a Merci she kissin' on my HersheyWe in this *****!I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka freeThat's yo main *****? She *****in' meI don't ***** with niggas, I'm a *****in' GIt's Meek Milly, T.I., ***** the P[Hook:]I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka freeYou ain't a G, Don't ***** with meYou sucka niggas out of style G seasonYou sucka niggas out of style G season[Verse 3: T.I.]My best flow to cold to just bring it outBut go and talkin crazy tho' you get yourself singled outHalf a million bust a pack the whole Arena outBein' a sucka I don't know the first thing aboutYou get the seen about, I'm comin' at yo faceLike a volcano head, lava runnin' out yo faceHey, If yo ass out of placeYou'll find the weapons they took away I'll replaceWhat can I say? Another year, another caseAnother sentence completed, I'm confident and conceitedI'm sucker free, sucker ducking, so tell them suckers to beat itDon't ***** with me busta, trust me your future will be deletedSuch a G, ain't no touching me, luckely I defeated the oddBut out my to Allah and glory to God, and I ain't even IslamicSo sick, whenever I vomit just throw me a mill' or 2And that ought to settle my stomach'Bout some money he done it, call me Mr. He Run ItThese niggas ain't really bout it, they just be speaking ebonicsI'm nothing short of iconic, promise you, you don't want itStrong as gin and tonic, my left you won't see it comingMy right you'll be running from it, I catch you with it, you doneI'm a keep it a 100, you better get you a gunWord bond, real talk, do my dirt up by my onlyCuz them suckas will talk[Hook:]I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka freeYou ain't a G, Don't ***** with meYou sucka niggas out of style G seasonYou sucka niggas out of style G season
