"G Season" lyrics - 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 out day and this next year 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 tryna take it day to day if they would let a G
Breathe, cop cars by the 3's
Bitches call me Papa John 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, living for the fun
In Milan with some bad bitches, probably wanna yawn
When will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don?
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, getting blown by a blonde
I'm the bomb, terrorist, hella rich, wreckin 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

Paper plates on my Aston Martin bitch I'm ballin
Killin' all my haters, tell your momma pick your coffin
Hundred rounds shorty, I just gotta pick a target
Put my name on that flyer, watch the party get retarded
And I go crazy in that bitch, feel like Baby in that bitch
Got your lady on my dick 'cause I got like 80 on my wrist
KOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that bitch
So I be there, just throw in mula 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'm a 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 their faces on it when a nigga lay it on em
Every time she ride a dick I tell her go Jamaican on it
Lord have mercy, these bitches thirsty
I'm in a Murci, she kissin' on my Hershey, 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, T 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

My best flow too cold to just bring it out
But go to talkin' crazy though, you get yourself singled out
Half a million bucks to pack a whole arena out
Being a sucka I don't need the first thing about
You get the scene about, I'm coming at your face
Like a volcano head, lava running out your face
Hey, if your ass out of place
You done find the weapons they took away, I replaced
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, buster trust me your future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no touching me, luckily I defeated the odds
But out my to Allah and glory to God
And I ain't even Islamic, so sick whenever I vomit
Just throw me a mill or two and that ought to settle my stomach
Box of money he done it, call me Mr. HeRunIt
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 and tonic, my left you won't see it coming
My right should be running from it, I catch you with it - you done
I'm a keep it 100, you better get you a gun
Word bond, real talk
Do my dirt all by my lonely 'cause these suckas will talk