G Season

G Season Lyrics T.I. feat. Meek Mill

Album: Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head

[Intro: T.I.]
Hey man
I’m sucker free, sucker ducker,
Tell all them suckers get the fuck out my way, man
You understand?
G Season!

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Told you motherfuckers once
Prison ain’t change me
All is did was make a nigga crazy, deranged, see?
Psycho, nutso, what I give a fuck for?
All I know now is to go out and get it 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 said we were doing on that day in visitation
All I care ‘bout is my out date and the nature of probation,
how much dough I’m set to make and
where I’m gon’ go on vacation
Okay, so that’s way to far ahead of me
I’m just tryin’ to take it day by day if they would let a G
Cop cars by threes
Bitches call me Papa John cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun
Livin’ for the fun
In Milan with some bitches, probably on a yacht
When will it don 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 him this:

I’m sucker ducking
I’m sucker free
You ain’t a G
Don’t fuck with me
Them sucker niggas out of style
G Season!
Them sucker niggas out of style
G Season!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
My best flow’s too cold
The jet bring it out
But go to talkin’ crazy and you’ll get yourself singled out
Half a million bucks’ll pack a whole arena out
Being a sucker I don’t know the first thing about
You getting’ seen, about to cover up your face
Like a volcano, have lava runnin’ out your face
Hey, if your ass out of place
You’ll find the weapons they took away, I replaced
What can I say? Another year, another case
Another sentence completed, I’m confidant and conceited
I’m sucker free, sucker ducker, so tell them suckers to beat it
Don’t fuck with me, buster, trust me, your future will be deleted
Such a G, no touchin’ me, luckily I defeated the odds
Alhamdulillah and glory to God
And I ain’t even Islamic, so sick when I vomit
Just throw me a mil’ or two and that ought to settle my stomach
Box of money, he done it
Call me Mr. He Run It
These niggas ain’t really ‘bout it
They jevi-speakin’ 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
And my right you’ll be running from it
If I catch you with it, you done
I’mma keep it a hundred
You’d better get you a gun
Word is bond, real talk
Do my dirt all by my lonely ‘cause them suckers will talk


[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Pet plates on my Aston Martin, bitch, I’m ballin’
Killin’ all my haters, tell your mama pick a coffin
Hundred rounds, shorty, I’ve just got to pick a target
My name on that flyer, watch the party get retarded
And I go crazy in that bitch, dressed like Baby in that bitch
Got your lady on my dick ‘cause I got like 80 on my wrist
KOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that bitch
Start eating, just throw a party like they pay me for that shit
Hold up!
Started in the back now I’m that nigga in the front
Shorty want the real and I’mma give her what she want
OG nigga, you can put it in the blunt
And all the baddest bitches, I’mma hit ‘em from the front
Just to see the faces on her when a nigga lay it on her
Man, who taught you to ride a dick?
I tell her go Jamaican on it
Lord have mercy!
These bitches thirsty!
I’m intro mercy she kissin’ on the Hershey
We in this bitch
I’m sucker ducking
I’m sucker free
Is that your main bitch?
She fucking me
I don’t fuck with niggas
I’m a fuckin’ G
It’s Meek Milly
C-I fuckin’ P


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