THAT GUY Lyrics – Tyler The Creator

Read the full THAT GUY lyrics by Tyler The Creator along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tyler The Creator's music, you can also explore DON’T TAP THE GLASS and Tell Me What It Is, two other songs by Tyler The Creator.

[Part I]

[Intro]
Them n!ggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus
El Segundo and Prairie
That's why I'm paranoid now 'cause n!ggas weird and really bums
Huh
Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof
Okay

[Chorus]
Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands
S*it, I'm on, b!tch, you wouldn't understand
Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap
AP, Richie, hmm, not on my watch

[Verse 1]
'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, b!tch, 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 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, huh (Huh)
See Tyler, The Creator LiveGet tickets as low as

[Chorus]
Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands
S*it, I'm on, b!tch, you wouldn't understand (Huh)

[Verse 2]
I'm the suspect, baby, I don't play victim
I'll buy that n!gga building just to evict him
What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures
Why don't I fu*k with them guys? 'Cause I hate n!ggas
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 n!ggas, fu*k, I look like Oprah?
Rather put 'em in the ground, you n!ggas look like gophers (Hey now)
Open doors for my n!ggas, b!tch, 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 s*it the fu*k up)
I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams
Gardena swap meet, shopping bogus ice cream
I'm a hawthorne, baby s*it, is not warm baby
Four or five main b!tches, 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 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 (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Want smoke? We can puff one (Huh)
One whip, two whips, black b!tch, blue strips
Green face Grinch, Tyler on his Dr. Seuss s*it
True s*it, I can put a number where your roof is
Paranoid 'cause n!ggas 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 n!gga dead to me (Lose my number, n!gga)
Stop with that fake s*it, stop with that fake s*it
Stop with that fake s*it, just stop with that fake s*it (Fake s*it)
Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best
If you got a problem with me, n!gga, get it off your chest (Woo)
N!gga, what?

[Bridge]
(Huh, huh, ooh)
Get it off your chest (Huh)
Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)
I am not a tough guy, n!gga, get it off your chest (Huh, huh, huh)
I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast, n!gga, uh (Huh, huh, huh)
I'm a freak, I don't beef (Huh, huh)
It's a bird, it's a plane, b!tch, it's T (Huh, huh)
Cutting n!ggas off, want the rope? Aight, come, get it
You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it

[Outro]
Uh, uh, b!tch
CHROMAKOPIA now

[Part II]

[Intro]
Worry 'bout tomorrow