THAT GUY Lyrics by Tyler, The Creator
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
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
yeah bitch i’m outside
laferrari popping on the 405
1 ticket 2 ticket 3 ticket 4 million
put that lil maybach truck in the garage
lil bunny hop out, you seen me at the pop out
pandemonium screaming
like they brought pac out
stop it with the chit chat
we airing out the kickback
big stud energy the way i get my lick back
hey now say now i’m all about my bands
shit i’m on bitch you wouldn’t understand
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 8 figures
why don’t i fuck with them guys?
cause i hate niggas
OH MY GOD I’M REALLY THAT GUY
I got my chuck taylors on
but they look like loafers
i ain’t sitting with you niggas
fuck i look like oprah?
rather put em in the ground
you niggas look like gophers
open doors for my niggas
bitch i look like chauffeur
rip the ruler, keep it sewer
stack the mula mind ya business
eat the cooter
OH MY GOD I’M REALLY THAT
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
4 or 5 main bitches
i am not yours baby
all these women is a habit
boyfriends mad cause they thought i was a
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 4 days Chromakopia
12 days gold i ain’t even drop deluxe one
sold a million tickets first day
for that new stage
want smoke?
we can puff one
1 whip 2 whips
black bitch blue strips
green face grinch
tyler on his dr seuss shit
true shit i can put a number where ya roof is
paranoid cause niggas beef curtains
they got loose lips
OH MY GOD I’M REALLY THAT GUY
hand claps? congrats?
never said to me
put him on a proclub that nigga dead to me
stop with that fake shit
le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best
if you got a problem with me nigga
get it off your chest
get it off your chest
i am not a tough guy
nigga get it off your chest
i’m the type to bust on her
and just lick it off her breast
i’m a freak
i don’t beef
it’s a bird it’s a plane
bitch it’s T
cutting niggas off want the rope?
iight come get it
you don’t love me
you love the optics that come with it
American rapper and singer