THAT GUY

Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha

(El Segundo and Prairie)

That's why I'm paranoid 'cause niggas weird and really bums

Hmm (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 earlobe, I need a tissue

Oh my god, I'm really that guy, huh

Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)

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

Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out

Stop it with the chitchat, we airing 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 (Ugh)

Yeah, uh, 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 I don't fuck with them guys? 'Cause I hate niggas

Oh (Oh) My (My) God (God), I'm (I'm) really (Really) that (That) guy

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 (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Slow down)

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, you're a plus one (Ugh)

300k in four days, CHROMAKOPIA (Ugh)

Twelve days gold, I ain't even drop the 'luxe 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

Hands 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

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

Nigga, what?

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

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, nah

Worry 'bout tomorrow (Go, go)