THAT GUY Songtext
von Tyler, The Creator

Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, huh (El Segundo and Prairie)
That′s why I'm paranoid now ′cause niggas weird and really bums (hm)
Woof, 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 (phew-phew)
Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap
AP? Richie? Hm, not on my watch

′Cause brodie said, "Don't even press the issue"
Yellow boogers in my earlobe, I need a tissue
Oh my God, I′m really that guy, huh
Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (grrt)
LaFerrari poppin′ on the 40 with the 5 (ugh)
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 The Pop Out (hey)
Pandemonium screamin′ like they brought Pac out (hey)
Stop it with the chitchat, we airin′ out the kickback
Big stud energy the way I get my lick back, huh (ugh)


Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands
Shit I′m on, bitch, you wouldn't understand, yeah, uh (ugh)

I′m the suspect, baby, I don't play victim
I′ll buy that nigga buildin' just to evict him
What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures (brrt)
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 sittin' with you niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah? (Ay)
Rather put ′em in the ground, you niggas look like gophers (now)
Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh (hey)
RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler, hey), keep it sewer (stay down, hey)
Stack the gouda, mind ya bidness, eat the cooter (yeah)
Oh my God, I'm really that (man, turn this shit the fuck up)

I was up at Westchester dodgin′ all the high beams
Gardena swap meet, shoppin' bogus Ice Cream
I'm a Hawthorne baby, shit is not warm, baby
Four or five main bitches, I am not yours, baby (hey)


All these women is a habit
Boyfriends mad ′cause they thought I was a f- (hey now, hey-hey)
Hey now, say now, get sticky like a Hun Bun
You will never be the main guy, you′re a plus one (ugh)

300K in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (ugh)
12 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 (hey, hey)
Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss shit
True shit, I can put a number where your roof is (hey, hey)
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 them shoes on)
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 (hey, hey)
Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (hey, hey, fake shit)
Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best
If you got a problem with me, nigga, get it off yo′ chest (whoo) nigga, what?

(Huh, huh, ooh) get it off yo' chest (huh)
Get it off yo′ chest (huh, huh, ooh)
I am not a tough guy, nigga, get it off yo' 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 wit′ it

Uh, uh, bitch
CHROMAKOPIA, nigga