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G Season (feat. Meek Mill)

T.I., Meek Mill17 Jul 2017

G Season (feat. Meek Mill) Lyrics

 

 

G Season

 

Okay

 

Aye man

 

I'm sucka free, sucka back until all them suckas get

The f**k out my way man

 

You understand?

 

G season!

 

Told you motherf**kers once, prison ain't changed me

 

All it did was made a ni**a crazy, deranged see?

Psycho, nuts so, what I give a f**k fo?

 

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

 

So, f**k niggas, f**k hoes

They said, she said, ni**a and what, so?

F**k what they say 'bout my cases,

F**k what they say 'bout my lady

F**k what they say we were doing on that day of visitation

All I care 'bout is my updater, the scripture of probation

How much dough I'm set to makin',

Where I'm gon go on vacation

Wait, damn

 

Okay, that's way too far ahead of me

So I'm just tryina take it day to day if they were never G

 

3 cop cars by the 3's

B**ches call me Papa John cuz I keep that ni**a's cheese

 

Overseas in the sun, living for the fun

In Milan with some bad b**ches, probly want a youngin

 

What will it done? All the mama done

Ride foreign, comes drawin, getting blown like a blunt

I'm the bomb, terrorist, hella rich, record sh*t

Ni**a ask about me, homie I suggest you tell em this

 

I'm sucka duckin, I'm sucka free

 

You ain't a G? don't f**k with me

 

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

 

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

 

Pimp placed on my a**, the more I'm b**ch I'm ballin

 

Killin all my haters, say yo momma pick it often

 

Hundred rack shorty, I just got ta pick a talker

Put my name on that flyer, watch the party get retarded

And I got crazy in that b**ch, feel like baby in that b**ch

Got your lady on my dick cuz I got like 80 on my wrist

KOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that b**ch

Stop eatin, just throwin money like they played me for that sh*t, hold up

Caught it in the back, now I'm that ni**a in the front

Shorty want the real and I'mma give er what she want

 

OG ni**a, you can put it in the blunt

F**kin all the baddest b**ches, I'mma hit em from the front

 

Good to see their faces on it when a ni**a lay it on em

Every time she had a dick I tell her go to making all that

Lord have mercy, these b**ches thirsty

 

I'm the mercy, she kissin on me ushy, we in this b**ch

 

I'm sucka duckin, I'm sucka free

 

That's your main b**ch? She f**kin me

 

I don't f**k with niggas, I'm a f**kin G

 

This Meek Millie, C I f**kin P

 

I'm sucka duckin, I'm sucka free

 

You ain't a G? don't f**k with me

 

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

 

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

 

My best flow too cold and jet bring it out

But go to talkin crazy thugh, you get yourself singled out

Half a million bucks to pass the whole arena out

 

Being a sucka I don't need the first thing about

 

You get the scene, about to come in at your face

Like a volcano hell, lava running out your face

 

Hey, if your a** out of place

You done find the weathers they took away, I replaced

 

What can I say? Another D, another case

Another sentence completed, I'm confident and conceded

 

I'm sucka free, sucka duck and so tell them suckas to beat it

Don't f**k with me, buster trust me your future will be deleted

 

Such a G, ain't no touching me, luckily I defeated the all

But out my two alarm glory to go

 

And I ain't even Islamic, so sick whenever I bondage

Just throw me a mill or two and that ought to settle my stomach

Box of money he done it, call me Mr. HeRentIt

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 & tonic, my left you won't see it coming

My right should be running from it,

I catch you with it – you buried

I'mma keep it 100, I better get you a gun

 

Word bond, real talk

Be my girdle by my lonely cuz these suckas will talk

 

I'm sucka duckin, I'm sucka free

 

You ain't a G? don't f**k with me

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

 

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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