Sucka Free

Album

Don't Tap the Glass

Label

Columbia Records

Genre

Hip hop

Composer(s)

Tyler Gregory Okonma

Entered Chart

Aug 2, 2025

Peak Date

Aug 2, 2025

"Sucka Free" is a defiant slice of bounce that fuses '80s R&B shimmer with the swaggering playfulness of early '90s West Coast radio rap. Tyler, the Creator wrote and produced the track himself (as he usually does), and you can hear his fingerprints all over it, from the shimmering synths to Ron "T.nava" Avant's classic vocoder/talkbox. The song comes from Don't Tap The Glass, an album inspired by Tyler watching his friends grow too self-conscious to dance in public. "Sucka Free" is his antidote: a musical permission slip to let loose and tell negative energy to stay outside. The message is clear: be free, be yourself, and absolutely don't let the suckers in. Along with tracks like "Big Poe" and "Sugar On My Tongue," "Sucka Free" helps sketch out the album's central idea: life's too short to carry emotional baggage when you could be focusing on enjoying yourself. Shot by Jasper Dolphin, the video embraces a low-budget, DIY feel reminiscent of fan-made videos from the Windows Movie Maker era, using playful transitions and titles. The clip opens with Tyler dancing solo in lakeside and New York City sidewalk scenes followed by footage from the Don't Tap The Glass release party.

This that East Side Hawthorne, ride down El Segundo to PCH shit
Put your top down, sun beaming, for real, hmm

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, city back up (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 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
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 (I'm that guy), tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy (I'm that guy) for really
I'm that guy (I'm that guy), tryna get my paper, baby
I'm that guy (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?
Niggas 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, tryna get my paper, baby (niggas weird, bro)
I'm that guy (I'm that guy) for really

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

(I been waiting, I been waiting)
(I been waiting, I been waiting) mind your business, mind your figures, nigga
(I been waiting, I been waiting)
(I been waiting on you)
Get your paper up and turn the goofy down
For real, yeah, bro, hm (don't tap the glass)