Sucka Free

[Intro] This that Eastside, Hawthorne, ride down El Segundo to PCH shit Put your top down, sun beamin', for real, huh [Chorus] I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy forever I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy forever (Yeah, ayy) [Verse 1] City back up (Ayy), got my racks up (Ayy, bro) Baby-blue Bimmer, watch it back up Got my jewels on, so 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 to 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 You the type to let a bitch wear her shoe in your house (Hah) 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 [Chorus] I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy forever I'm that guy tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy forever [Post-Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Bro, 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 'bout rats Bro, you are a good man, what you know about that, nigga? Niggas weird and that's on my mommy Hoes tell, they don't need no lobby Went 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, nigga? [Chorus] I'm that guy (Niggas weird, bro), tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy forever I'm that guy tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy forever [Post-Chorus] 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 (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 the weekend, I'm gettin' that paper (Woo) [Outro] Mind your business, mind your figures, nigga Get your paper up and turn the goofy down, for real, bro, hmm (Don't tap the glass)