G Season (feat. Meek Mill)

Okay

Aye man

Im 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 aint changed me

All it did was made a nigga 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, nigga 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 Im set to makin,
Where Im gon go on vacation
Wait, damn

Okay, thats way too far ahead of me
So Im just tryina take it day to day if they were never G

3 cop cars by the 3s
Bitches call me Papa John cuz I keep that niggas 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
Im the bomb, terrorist, hella rich, record shit
Nigga ask about me, homie I suggest you tell em this

Im sucka duckin, Im sucka free

You aint a G? dont f**k 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 Im bitch Im 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 Im that nigga in the front
Shorty want the real and Imma give er what she want

OG nigga, you can put it in the blunt
F**kin all the baddest bitches, Imma 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

Im the mercy, she kissin on me ushy, we in this bitch

Im sucka duckin, Im sucka free

Thats your main bitch? She f**kin me

I dont f**k with niggas, Im a f**kin G

This Meek Millie, C I f**kin P

Im sucka duckin, Im sucka free

You aint a G? dont 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 dont 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, ifyour 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, Im confident and conceded

Im sucka free, sucka duck and so tell them suckas to beat it
Dont f**k with me, buster trust me your future will be deleted

Such a G, aint no touching me, luckily I defeated the all
But out my two alarm glory to go

And I aint 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 aint really bout it,
They just be speaking ebonics
Im nothing short of iconic
Promise you you dont want it
Strong as gin & tonic, my left you wont see it coming
My right should be running from it,
I catch you with it – you buried
Imma keep it 100, I better get you a gun

Word bond, real talk
Be my girdle by my lonely cuz these suckas will talk

Im sucka duckin, Im sucka free

You aint a G dont f**k with me
Them sucka niggas out of style, G season

Them sucka niggas out of style, G season