G Season (feat. Meek Mill)

Okay

Aye man

I’m sucka free, sucka back until all them suckas get the fuck out my way man

You understand?

G season!

Told you motherfuckers once, prison ain’t changed me

All it did was made a nigga crazy, deranged see?

Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck fo?

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

So, fuck niggas, fuck hoes

They 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 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

Bitches call me Papa John cuz I keep that nigga’s cheese

Overseas in the sun, living for the fun

In Milan with some bad bitches, 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 shit

Nigga 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 fuck 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 ass 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 fuck 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 fuck with me

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

Pimp placed on my ass, the more I’m bitch 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 bitch, feel like baby in that bitch

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 bitch

Stop eatin, just throwin money like they played me for that shit, hold up

Caught it in the back, now I’m that nigga in the front

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

OG nigga, you can put it in the blunt

Fuckin all the baddest bitches, I’mma hit em from the front

Good to see their faces on it when a nigga lay it on em

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

Lord have mercy, these bitches thirsty

I’m the mercy, she kissin on me ushy, we in this bitch

I’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka free

That’s your main bitch? She fuckin me

I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a fuckin G

This Meek Millie, C I fuckin P

I’m sucka duckin, I’m sucka free

You ain’t a G? don’t fuck with me

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season