Lyrics Sucka Free - Tyler, The Creator

It's that Eastside Hawthorne, Rodeo, El Segundo to PCH
With your top down, sun beamin'
For real, hmph

I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy, for real, yeah
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy, for real, yeah

Yeah, ayy
Back up, got my racks up
Baby blue Bimmer, watch it back up
Got my jewels on, trunk up
We don't know you, nigga, back up
Uh-huh, pockets full of chili like it's hot sauce
Niggas actin' silly just to pop off
Hop off my dick, there's some hoes in here
Odd Future wolf pack, all the bros in here
You niggas bums, you never really figured it out
You the type to let a bitch wear a shoe in your house
You the type to buy a chain before some furniture couch
And you the type of nigga never had a fist at your mouth
Bank-bank-bank, you ain't got no guap, no paper, ain't no ink
See, I'm that guy, give a fuck what you think
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
I'm that guy, for real, yeah
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy, for real, yeah

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

Throw all them bums to the back, I'm dumb to the max
I'm him, I'm that guy, run and tell that
All that street talk corny 'bout rats
Bro, you are a good man, what you know about that?
Weird and that's on my mommy
Hoes tell, no need no lobby
With the extras, ain't need no hobby
Drop the top, I'm never sloppy
Keep a thumper, brodie, can you please hop off my bumper?

I'm that guy (Weird, bro), tryna get
My paper, baby (Get your paper up)
I'm that guy (I'm that nigga), for real, yeah (Worthy)
I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy, for real, yeah

I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday
I'm gettin' that paper (Paper, baby)
I'm stackin' my ones on the weekend
I'm gettin' that paper (Drop it on, bro)
I'm stackin' my ones on a Tuesday, I'm gettin' that paper
I'm stackin' my ones on the weekend, I'm gettin' that paper

Mind your business, mind your figures, nigga
Get your paper up and turn your goofy down
For real, bro
Trap in the grass