sucka free

Tyler, The Creator

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)