T.i. - G Season Lyrics Ft. Meek Mill

Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'
Tell all them suckas get the f-ck outta my way MAN
You understand?
G Season

[Verse 1: T.I]
Told you motherf-ckas once, prison ain't change me
All it did was make a n-gga crazy deranged see
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a f-ck for?
All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto
So, f-ck n-ggas f-ck hoes, he said, she said, n-gga and what so?
F-ck what they say 'bout my cases, f-ck what they say 'bout my lady
F-ck 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
They probably wanna yawn,
oh will it done on my momma done
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin' shit
Nigga ask about me homie I suggest you tell'em this

[Hook]
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't f-ck with me
You sucka n-ggas out of style G season
You sucka n-ggas out of style G season

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Meek Milly
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 b-tch
Got yo lady on my d-ck, 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 n-gga in the front
Shawty want the real so I'mma give her what she want
O G n-gga you can put it in the blunt
F-ckin' all the baddest biches, I'mma hit 'em from the front
Just to see the faces on her, when this n-gga laid on them
Erry time she ride that d-ck, 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 f-ckin' me
I don't f-ck with n-ggas, I'm a f-ckin' G
It's Meek Milly, T.I. f-ckin' P!

[Hook]
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't f-ck with me
You sucka n-ggas out of style G season
You sucka n-ggas 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 vulcano 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 f-ck with me busta, trust me your future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no touching me, luckely I defeated the odd
But I out Allah my 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 n-ggas 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

[Chorus]
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't f-ck with me
You sucka n-ggas out of style G season
You sucka n-ggas out of style G season