G Season

[Intro: Meek Mill]

Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'

Tell all them suckas get the **** outta my way MAN

You understand?

G Season

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Told you mother****as once, prison ain't change me

All it did was make a nigga crazy deranged see

Psycho, **** so, what I give a **** for?

All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto

So, **** 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 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, *****es call me Papa John cuz I keep that extra cheese

Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad *****es

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

[Hook: Meek Mill]

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free

You ain't a G, Don't **** 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 ***** 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 *****, look like Baby in that *****

Got yo lady on my ****, 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

****in' 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 ****, I tell her go Jamaican on it

Lord have mercy, these *****es thirsty

I'm in a Merci she kissin' on my Hershey

We in this *****!

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free

That's yo main *****? She ****in' me

I don't **** with niggas, I'm a ****in' G

It's Meek Milly, T.I., **** the P

[Hook: Meek Mill]

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free

You ain't a G, Don't **** 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 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 **** 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

[Hook: Meek Mill]

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free

You ain't a G, Don't **** with me

You sucka niggas out of style G season

You sucka niggas out of style G season