T.I. - G Season Lyrics
OkayAye manI’m sucka free, sucka back until all them suckas get the ***** out my way manYou understand?G season![T.I]Told you mother*****ers once, prison ain’t changed meAll it did was made a nigga crazy, deranged see?Psycho, nuts so, what I give a ***** fo?All I know now is to get out and go for the gustoSo, ***** niggas, ***** hoesThey 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 that day of visitationAll I care ‘bout is my updater, the scripture of probationHow much dough I’m set to makin’, where I’m gon go on vacationWait, damnOkay, that’s way too far ahead of meSo I’m just tryina take it day to day if they were never G3 cop cars by the 3’s*****es call me Papa John cuz I keep that extra cheeseOverseas in the sun, living for the funIn Milan with some bad *****es, probly want a younginWhat will it done? All the mama doneRide foreign, comes drawin, getting blown like a bluntI’m the bomb, terrorist, hella rich, record shitNiggas ask about me, homie I suggest you tell em thisI’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka freeYou ain’t a G? don’t ***** with meThem sucka niggas out of style, G seasonThem sucka niggas out of style, G seasonI’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka freeYou ain’t a G? don’t ***** with meThem sucka niggas out of style, G seasonThem sucka niggas out of style, G season[Meek Mill]Pimp placed on my ass, the more I’m ***** I’m ballinKillin all my haters, say yo momma pick it oftenHundred rack shorty, I just got ta pick a talkerPut my name on that flyer, watch the party get retardedAnd I got crazy in that *****, feel like baby in that *****Got your lady on my dick cuz I got like 80 on my wristKOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that *****Stop eatin, just throwin money like they played me for that shit, hold upCaught it in the back, now I’m that nigga in the frontShorty want the real and I’mma give er what she wantOG nigga, you can put it in the blunt*****in all the baddest *****es, I’mma hit em from the frontGood to see their faces on it when a nigga lay it on emEvery time she had a dick I tell her go to making all thatLord have mercy, these *****es thirstyI’m the mercy, she kissin on me ushy, we in this *****I’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka freeThat’s your main *****? She *****in meI don’t ***** with niggas, I’m a *****in GThis Meek Millie, C I *****in PI’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka freeYou ain’t a G? don’t ***** with meThem sucka niggas out of style, G seasonThem sucka niggas out of style, G season[T.I]My best flow too cold and jet bring it outBut go to talkin crazy thugh, you get yourself singled outHalf a million bucks to pack a whole arena outBeing a sucka I don't know the first thing aboutYou get the scene, about to come in at your faceLike a volcano have, lava running out your faceHey, if your ass out of placeYou'll find the weapons they took away, I replacedWhat can I say? Another year, another caseAnother sentence completed, I'm confident and concededI'm sucka free, sucka duckin and so tell them suckas to beat itDon't ***** with me, buster trust me your future will be deletedSuch a G, ain't no touching me, luckily I defeated the oddBut out my two alarm glory to godAnd I ain't even Islamic, so sick whenever I bondageJust throw me a mill or two and that ought to settle my stomachBox of money he done it, call me Mr. HeRunItThese niggas ain't really bout it,They just be speaking ebonicsI'm nothing short of iconicPromise you you don't want itStrong as gin & tonic, my left you won't see it comingMy right should be running from it, I catch you with it – you doneI'm a keep it 100, You better get you a gunWord bond, real talkDo my dirt all by lonely cause' them sucka's will talk
