Gamble and Huff - G Season lyrics

[Produced by Cardiak and Chinky P] [Intro: Meek Mill] Okay, aye man, I'm s**a-free, s**a duckin' Tell all them s**as get the f** outta my way MAN You understand? G Season [Verse 1: T.I.] Told you motherf**as once, prison ain't change me All it did was make a n***a crazy deranged see Psycho, nuts so, what I give a f** for? All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto So, f** n***as f** hoes, he said, she said, n***a and what so? f** what they say 'bout my cases, f** what they say 'bout my lady f** what they say we were doing on the day of visitation All I care 'bout is my out day and this next year of probation How much dough I'm set to make, where I'm go'n go on vacation Wait, damn. Okay that's way to far ahead of me So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath Cop cars by the threes, b**hes call me Papa John cuz I keep that extra cheese Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad b**hes Probably one of yourn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blonde, I'm the bomb Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin' sh** n***a ask about me homie I suggest you tell'em this [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm s**a duckin', I'm s**a free You ain't a G, Don't f** with me You s**a n***as out of style G season You s**a n***as out of style G season [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Meek Mill Gold plates on my Aston Martin b**h I'm ballin' KIllin' all my haters tell yo mama pick a coffin Hundred rounds shawty, I just gotta pick the target Put my name on that flyer and watch the party get retarded And I go crazy in that b**h, look like Baby in that b**h Got yo lady on my dick, cuz I got like 80 on my wrist KOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that pitch So I be there just throw in mula like they paid me for that sh**, hold up! Started in the back now I'm that n***a in the front Shawty want the real so I'mma give her what she want OG n***a you can put it in the blunt f**in' all the baddest biches, I'mma hit 'em from the front Just to see the faces on her, when this n***a laid on them Erry time she ride that dick, I tell her go Jamaican on it Lord have mercy, these b**hes thirsty I'm in a Merci she kissin' on my Hershey We in this b**h! I'm s**a duckin', I'm s**a free That's yo main b**h? She f**in' me I don't f** with n***as, I'm a f**in' G It's Meek Milly, T.I., f** the P [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm s**a duckin', I'm s**a free You ain't a G, Don't f** with me You s**a n***as out of style G season You s**a n***as out of style G season [Verse 3: T.I.] My best flow to cold to just bring it out But go and talkin crazy tho' you get yourself singled out Half a million bust a pack the whole Arena out Bein' a s**a I don't know the first thing about You get the seen about, I'm comin' at yo face Like a volcano head, lava runnin' out yo face Hey, If yo a** 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 s**er free, s**er ducking, so tell them s**ers to beat it Don't f** with me busta, trust me your future will be deleted Such a G, ain't no touching me, luckely I defeated the odd 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 2 And that ought to settle my stomach 'Bout some money he done it, call me Mr. He Run It These n***as 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 you'll be running from it, I catch you with it, you done I'm a keep it a 100, you better get you a gun Word bond, real talk, do my dirt up by my only Cuz them s**as will talk [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm s**a duckin', I'm s**a free You ain't a G, Don't f** with me You s**a n***as out of style G season You s**a n***as out of style G season