T.I. - G Season lyrics

Okay Aye man I'm s**a free, s**a back until all them s**as get the f** out my way man You understand? G season! Told you motherf**ers once, prison ain't changed me All it did was made a n***a crazy, deranged see? Psycho, nuts so, what I give a f** fo? All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto So, f** n***as, f** hoes They 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 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 b**hes call me Papa John cause I keep that n***a's cheese Overseas in the sun, living for the fun In Milan with some bad b**hes, 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 sh** n***a ask about me, homie I suggest you tell em this I'm s**a duckin, I'm s**a free You ain't a G? don't f** with me Them s**a n***as out of style, G season Them s**a n***as 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 pa** the whole arena out Being a s**a 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 a** 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 s**a free, s**a duck and so tell them s**as to beat it Don't f** 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 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 & tonic, my left you won't see it coming My right should be running from it, I catch you with it – you buried I'm a keep it 100, I better get you a gun Word bond, real talk Be my girdle by my lonely cause these s**as will talk I'm s**a duckin, I'm s**a free You ain't a G? don't f** with me Them s**a n***as out of style, G season Them s**a n***as out of style, G season Pimp placed on my a**, the more I'm b**h I'm ballin k**in 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 b**h, feel like baby in that b**h 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 b**h Stop eatin, just throwin money like they played me for that sh**, hold up Caught it in the back, now I'm that n***a in the front Shorty want the real and I'm a give er what she want OG n***a, you can put it in the blunt f**in all the baddest b**hes, I'm a hit em from the front Good to see their faces on it when a n***a lay it on em Every time she had a dick I tell her go to making all that Lord have mercy, these b**hes thirsty I'm the mercy, she kissin on me ushy, we in this b**h I'm s**a duckin, I'm s**a free That's your main b**h? She f**in me I don't f** with n***as, I'm a f**in G This Meek Millie, C I f**in P I'm s**a duckin, I'm s**a free You ain't a G? don't f** with me Them s**a n***as out of style, G season Them s**a n***as out of style, G season