Tyler, The Creator THAT GUY
Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus El Segundo and Prairie That's why I’m paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums Huh Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap) Okay Hey now, say now, I’m all about them bands Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch 'Cause brodie said don't even press the issue Yellow boogers in my ear lobe, I need a tissue Oh my God, I'm really that guy, huh Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr) LaFerrari popping on the 40 with the 5 (Huh) One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million Put that lil’ Maybach truck in the garage, huh Lil’ Bunny Hop out, you seen me at Thе Pop Out Pandemonium screaming like thеy brought Pac out Stop it with the chitchat, we airing out the kickback Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (Huh) Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands Shit I’m on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Huh) I'm the suspect, baby, I don't play victim I’ll buy that nigga building just to evict him What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures Why don't I fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas Oh (Oh) my (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy, huh I got my Chuck Taylors on, but they look like loafers (Hey now) I ain't sitting with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah? Rather put 'em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (Hey now) Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh RIP The Ruler, keep it sewer Stack the gouda, mind ya business, eat the cooter (Yeah) Oh my God, I'm really that– (Man, turn this shit the fuck up) I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus ice cream I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby Four or five main bitches, I am not yours, baby All these women is a habit Boyfriends mad 'cause they thought I was a f– (Hey now) Hey now, say now, get sticky like a hun bun You will never be the main guy, you're a plus one 300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh) Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop deluxe one (Ugh) Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage (Bink, bink, bink, bink) Want smoke? We can puff one (Ugh) One whip, two whips, black bitch, blue strips Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit True shit, I can put a number where your roof is Paranoid 'cause niggas beef curtains, they got loose lips Oh my God (Oh my God), I'm really that guy Hand claps? Congrats? Never said to me Put him on a Pro Club, that nigga dead to me (Lose my number, nigga) Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit) Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best If you got a problem with me, nigga, get it off your chest (Woo) Nigga, what? (Huh, huh, ooh) Get it off your chest (Huh) Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh) I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh) I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, nigga, uh (Huh, huh, huh) I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh) It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's T (Huh, huh) Cuttin' niggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it Uh, uh, bitch CHROMAKOPIA now Worry 'bout tomorrow
