Sucka Free – English Lyrics

• By: Tyler, The Creator
• Album: DON'T TAP THE GLASS

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

This that Eastside, Hawthorne

Ride down El Segundo to PCH shit

Put your top down, Sun beamin', for real

I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby

I'm that guy, tryna get my paper

Back up

Shitty back up, got my racks up

Baby blue be more watch it back up

Got my jewels on, show strap up

We don't know you, nigga back up

Pockets full of chilly like it's hot sauce

Niggas acting silly just to pop off

Hop off my dick, there's some hoes in here

A future wolf gang, 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 fish in your mouth

Bink bink bang, you ain't got no guap

No paper, ain't no ink

See I'm that guy, you don't fuck with you think

So please keep that widdle shit from me

I'm just stacking on my cheese

Trying to stay sucker free

I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby

I'm that guy, tryna get my paper

I'm spendin' my ones on a Tuesday

I'm gettin' that paper

I'm spendin' my ones on the weekend

I'm gettin' that paper