[Produced by Cardiak and Chinky P]

[Intro: T.I.]
Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'
Tell all them suckas get the fuck outta my way, man
You understand?
G Season

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Told you motherfuckas once, prison ain't change me
All it did was make a n***a crazy, deranged, see?
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck for?
All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto
So, fuck n***as, fuck hoes, he said, she said, n***a 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 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 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 threes, Bitches call me Papa John 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
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' shit
N***a ask about me, homie, I suggest you tell 'em this
[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, don't fuck with me
You sucka n***as out of style, G season
You sucka n***as out of style, G season

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Meek Mill
Gold plates on my Aston Martin, bitch, 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 bitch, look like Baby in that bitch
Got yo lady on my dick, 'cause 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 throwin' mula like they paid me for that shit, hold up!
Started in the back, now I'm that n***a in the front
Shawty want the real and I'ma give her what she want
OG n***a, you can put it in the blunt
Fuckin' all the baddest bitches, I'ma hit 'em from the front
Just to see the faces on her, when this n***a laid on them
E'ry time she ride that dick, I tell her go Jamaican on it
Lord have mercy, these bitches thirsty
I'm in a Merci, she kissin' on my Hershey
We in this bitch!
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
That's yo main bitch? She fuckin' me
I don't fuck with n***as, I'm a fuckin' G
It's Meek Milly, T.I., fuckin' P
[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, don't fuck with me
You sucka n***as out of style, G season
You sucka n***as out of style, G season

[Verse 3: T.I.]
My best flow too cold to just bring it out
But go and talkin' crazy though, you get yourself singled out
Half a million, bust a pack, the whole arena out
Bein' a sucka, 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 ass 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 sucker free, sucker ducking, so tell them suckers to beat it
Don't fuck with me busta, trust me your future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no touching me, luckily 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'ma keep it a 100, you better get you a gun
Word bond, real talk, do my dirt up by my only
'Cause them suckas will talk
[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, don't fuck with me
You sucka n***as out of style, G season
You sucka n***as out of style, G season