Tyler, The Creator ― Sucka Free Lyrics

Title: Sucka Free
Artist: Tyler, The Creator
Album: Don’t Tap The Glass
Track No: 3

Sucka Free Lyrics

This that East Side Hawthorne, ride down El Segundo, the PCA shit
Put your top down, sun beaming, for real, huh

I’m that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
I’m that guy for real (Ha, ha, ah)
I’m that guy, tryna get my paper, baby (Ha, ha, ah)
I’m that guy for real (Ha, ha, ah)

Yeah, ayy, shitty backup (Ayy), got my racks up (Ayy, bro)
Baby blue Beamer, watch it back up
Got my jewels on, sure I’m strapped up
We don’t know you, nigga, back up, uh-huh
Pockets full of chili like it’s hot sauce (Uh-huh)
Niggas actin’ silly, just the pop off
Hop off my dick, there’s some hoes in here
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, all the bros in here
You niggas bums, you never really figured it out (Huh)
You the type to let a bitch wear a shoe in your house (Ha)
You the type to buy a chain before some furniture, couch
And you the type of nigga never had a fist hit your mouth (Bink-bink-bink, huh)
You ain’t got no guap, no paper, ain’t no ink
See, I’m that guy, give a fuck what you think (Nigga)
So please, keep that weirdo shit from me
I’m just stackin’ up my cheese tryna stay sucker-free

I’m that guy, tryna get my paper, baby (Ha, ha, ah)
I’m that guy, for real (Ha, ha, ah)
I’m that guy tryna get my paper, baby (Ha, ha, ah)
I’m that guy, for real (Ha, ha, ah)

I’m stackin’ my ones on a Tuesday, I’m gettin’ that paper
I’m stackin’ my ones on a weekend, I’m gettin’ that paper

All the bums to the back, bitch, I’m dumb to the max
I’m him, I’m that guy, run and tell that
All that street talk corny, y’all rats
“Bro, you are a good man,” what you know about that, nigga?
It’s weird and that’s on my mommy, hoes tell, we don’t need no lobby (Ha, ha, ha)
We the extras, ain’t need no hobby (Ha, ha, ha)
Drop the top, I’m never sloppy (Ha, ha, ha)
Keep a thumper, brodie, can you please hop off my bumper, nigga? (Ah)

I’m that guy tryna get my paper (Niggas weird, bro), baby
I’m that guy, for real (Ha, ha, ah)
I’m that guy tryna get my paper, baby (Ha, ha, ah)
I’m that guy, for real (Ha, ha, ah), ayy

I’m stackin’ my ones on a Tuesday, I’m gettin’ that paper
I’m stackin’ my ones on a weekend (Yeah), I’m gettin’ that paper (What y’all niggas on, bro?)
I’m stackin’ my ones on a Tuesday, I’m gettin’ that paper
I’m stackin’ my ones on a weekend, I’m gettin’ that paper

Mind your business, mind your figures, nigga (I been waiting, I been waiting, I been waiting on you)
Get your paper up and turn your goofy down, for real, bro, hm (DON’T TAP THE GLASS)