THAT GUY

Them **** used to press me on the carrot-colored bus

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

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

Yeah, bitch, I'm outside

LaFerrari popping on the 40 with the 5

One ticket, two ticket, three ticket, four million

Put that lil' Maybach truck in the garage

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 lickback

Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands

Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand

I'm the suspect, baby, I don't play victim

I'll buy that **** building just to evict him

What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures

Why I don't **** with them guys? 'Cause I hate ****

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 ****, **** I look like, Oprah?

Rather put 'em in the ground, you **** look like gophers

Open doors for my ****, bitch, I look like chauffeur

RIP The Ruler, keep it sewer

Stack the gouda, 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

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

Twelve 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

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 **** 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 Pro Club, that **** dead to me

Stop with that fake shit, stop with that fake shit

Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit

Le FLEUR* got me fitted in my best

If you got a problem with me, ****, get it off your chest

****, what?

Get it off your chest

Get it off your chest

I am not a tough guy, ****, 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

Cuttin' **** off, want the rope? A'ight, come, get it

You don't love me, you love the optics that come with it