THAT GUY (Explicit)
Tyler, The Creator"THAT GUY (Explicit)" is a song by Tyler, The Creator, released in 2026 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:38 long and contains 71 lines and 548 words.
Lyrics
0:02Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus
0:06That's why I'm paranoid now cause niggas weird and really bums
0:18Hey now say now I'm all about them bands
0:20Shit I'm on bitch you wouldn't understand
0:22Hey now say now I'm all about my guap
0:24AP? Richie? Hmm not on my watch
0:26Cause brodie said "don't even press the issue"
0:29Yellow boogers in my earlobe I need a tissue
0:31Oh my God I'm really that guy
0:35Yeah bitch I'm outside
0:37LaFerrari popping on the 40 with the 5
0:39One ticket two ticket three ticket four million
0:41Put that lil Maybach truck in the garage
0:44Lil Bunny Hop out you seen me at Thе Pop Out
0:46Pandemonium screaming like they brought Pac out
0:48Stop it with the chitchat we airing out the kickback
0:50Big stud energy the way I get my lick back
0:53Hey now say now I'm all about them bands
0:55Shit I'm on bitch you wouldn't understand
0:57I'm the suspect baby I don't play victim
1:00I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him
1:02What that Coachella pay like?
1:03It was eight figures
1:04Why don't I fuck with them guys?
1:06Cause I hate niggas
1:07Oh my god I'm really that guy
1:10I got my Chuck Taylors on but they look like loafers
1:13I ain't sitting with you niggas
1:14Fuck I look like Oprah?
1:15Rather put em in the ground you niggas look like gophers
1:17Open doors for my niggas bitch I look like chauffeur
1:20RIP The Ruler keep it sewer
1:22Stack the gouda mind ya business eat the cooter
1:24Oh my God I'm really that-
1:29I was up at Westchester dodging all the high beams
1:31Gardena swap meet shopping bogus Ice Cream
1:33I'm a Hawthorne baby shit is not warm baby
1:35Four or five main bitches
1:37I am not yours baby
1:38All these women is a habit
1:40Boyfriends mad cause they thought I was a f
1:42Hey now say now get sticky like a Hun Bun
1:44You will never be the main guy you're a plus one
1:47300k in four days CHROMAKOPIA
1:49Twelve days gold I ain't even drop deluxe one
1:51Sold a million tickets first day for that new stage
1:54Want smoke?
1:54We can puff one
1:55One whip two whips black bitch blue strips
1:57Green face Grinch Tyler on his Dr.Seuss shit
2:00True shit I can put a number where your roof is
2:02Paranoid cause niggas beef curtains they got loose lips
2:04Oh my God I'm really that guy
2:08Hand claps congrats never said to me
2:10Put him on a Pro Club that nigga dead to me
2:13Stop with that fake shit stop with that fake shit
2:15Stop with that fake shit just stop with that fake shit
2:18Le flEUR* got me fitted in my best
2:19If you got a problem with me nigga get it off your chest
2:22Nigga what?
2:23Get it off your chest
2:25Get it off your chest
2:26I am not a tough guy nigga get it off your chest
2:28I'm the type to bust on her and just lick it off her breast nigga
2:31I'm a freak I don't beef
2:33It's a bird it's a plane
2:34Bitch it's T
2:35Cuttin niggas off want the rope?
2:37Aight come get it
2:37You don't love me
2:38You love the optics that come with it
Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus That's why I'm paranoid now cause niggas 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 they brought Pac out Stop it with the chitchat we airing out the kickback Big stud energy the way I get my lick back 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 nigga building just to evict him What that Coachella pay like? It was eight 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 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 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 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 Pro Club that nigga 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 nigga get it off your chest Nigga what? 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 nigga I'm a freak I don't beef It's a bird it's a plane Bitch it's T Cuttin niggas off want the rope? Aight come get it You don't love me You love the optics that come with it
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