Sucka Free

This that Eastside, Hawthorne, ride down El Segundo to PCA shit Put your top down, sun beamin', for real, huh I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy for really I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy for really (Yeah, ayy) Shitty backup (Ayy), got my racks up (Ayy, bro) Baby-blue Bimmer, 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 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 a 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 I'm that guy, tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy for really I'm that guy tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy for really 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 Throw 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 Get 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? I'm that guy (Niggas weird, bro), tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy for really I'm that guy tryna get my paper, baby I'm that guy for really 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 (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 (Woo) 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)