Early Party

[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 muthafuckas once, prison ain't change me
All it did was make a nigga 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 niggas, fuck hoes,
Рe 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 doin 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 gon' 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, 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,
Prolly wanna yawn, oh, will it done on my momma done,
Ridin foreign, curtains drawn,
Gettin blown by a blonde, I'm the bomb,
Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin shit!
Nigga 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!
Them sucka niggas out of style, G season
Them sucka niggas 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 eighty on my wrist.
KOD, I make it rain, I know they hate me in that pitch
So I be there just throw in moolah like they paid me for that shit, hold up!
Started in the back now I'm that nigga in the front,
Shawty want the real so I'ma give her what she want.
OG nigga, you can put it in the blunt,
Fuckin' all the baddest biches, I'ma hit ‘em from the front
Just to see the faces on her, when this nigga laid on them.
Er'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 niggas, I'm a fuckin' G,
It's Meek Milly, T.I. fuckin' P!

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[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 sucka, I don't know the first thing about.
You get the seen about, I'm comin at cho face,
Like a volcano head, lava runnin out cho 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 sucka free, sucka duckin, 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 touchin 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 mil or two,
And that ought to settle my stomach.
‘Bout some money, he done it, call me Mr. He-Run-It.
These niggas ain't really ‘bout it, they just be speakin ebonics,
I'm nothin short of iconic, promise you, you don't want it.
Strong as gin and tonic, my left you won't see it comin,
My right, you'll be runnin from it, I catch you with it, you done.
Imma keep it a hundred, you better get you a gun,
Word bond, real talk, do my dirt up by my only
‘Cause them suckas will talk.

[Chorus]