Artist: T.I. f/ Meek Mill Album: Trouble Man: Heavy Is the Head Song: G Season Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: T.I.] Okay, ay man I'm sucka free, sucka duckin Tell all them suckas get the fuck out my way man Ya understand? G SEASON~! [T.I.] Told you motherfuckers once, prison ain't change me All it did was made a nigga crazy, deranged, see? Psycho, nutso, what I give a fuck fo'? All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto So, fuck niggaz, 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 say we were doin on that day in visitation All I care 'bout is my out date and this next year of probation How much dough I'm set to make and where I'm gon' go on vacation Wait (wait) damn (damn) okay that's way too far ahead of me So I'm just tryin to take it day-to-day if they would let a G breathe; cop cars by the threes Bitches call me Papa John cause I keep that extra cheese Overseas in the sun, livin for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches probably wanna yawn{?} When will it dawn on them 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 [Chorus: T.I.] I'm sucka duckin, I'm sucka free You ain't a G, don't fuck with me Them sucka niggaz out of style, G season Them sucka niggaz out of style, G SEASON~! [Meek Mill] G season! Meek Milly! Oh, big plates on my Aston Martin, bitch I'm ballin (ballin) Killin all my haters, tell your momma pick ya coffin (yeah) Hundred rounds shorty, I just gotta pick a target Put my name on that flier, watch the party get retarded And I go crazy in that bitch, look like Baby in that bitch Got yo' lady on my dick cause I got like 80 on my wrist K.O.D., I make it rain, I know they hate me in that bitch So I be there, just throw that moolah like they paid me for that shit Hold up~! Started in the back, now I'm that nigga in the front Shorty want the real and I'ma give her what she want OG nigga, you can put it in the blunt Fuckin all the baddest bitches, I'ma hit 'em from the front Just to see the faces on 'em when the nigga lay it on 'em E'ry time she ride that dick I tell her go Jamaican on it Lord have mercy, these bitches thirsty I'm in the Merci', she kissin on me, Hershey's We in this bitch~! I'm sucka duckin (yeah) I'm sucka free (free) That's yo' main bitch? (Bitch) She fuckin me (me!) I don't fuck with niggaz (niggaz) I'm a fuckin G (G) It's Meek Milly, T.I., fuckin P! [Chorus] [T.I.] Hey, my best flow too cold to just bring it out But go to talkin crazy though you'll get yourself singled out Half a million bucks to pack a whole arena out Bein a sucka I don't know the first thing about You get the scene about for comin out your face Like a volcano hair, lava runnin out your face Hey, if ya 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 sucka free, sucka duckin, so tell them suckas to beat it Don't fuck with me busta, trust me your future will be deleted Such a G, ain't no touchin me, luckily I defeated the odds Without my tool, Allah and glory to God And I ain't even Islamic, so sick whenever I vomit Just throw me a mil' or two and that oughta settle my stomach 'Bout some money he done it, call me Mr. He Run It These niggaz ain't really 'bout it, they just be speakin ebonics I'm nothin short of iconic, promise you ya don't want it Strong as gin and tonic, my left you won't see it comin My right you'll be runnin from it, I catch you with it you done I'ma keep it a hun'ned, you better get you a gun Haha, word bond, real talk Do my dirt all by my lonely cause them suckas will talk [Chorus]