That Guy
yoyotina
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Them niggas used to press me on the carrot-colored bus, ha
(El Segundo and Prairie)
That's why I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums (Hmm)
Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof (Hey now, say now, I'm all about my guap)
Okay
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"
Oh my God, I'm really that guy, huh
Yeah, bitch, I'm outside (Grr)
LaFerrari popping 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 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 lick back, huh (Ugh)
Hey now, say now, I'm all about them bands
Shit I'm on, bitch, you wouldn't understand (Ugh)
I'll buy that nigga building just to evict him
What that Coachella pay like? It was eight figures
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 niggas, fuck I look like, Oprah?
Open doors for my niggas, bitch, I look like chauffeur, huh
RIP The Ruler (RIP The Ruler), keep it sewer (Stay down)
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
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
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)
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
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
Stop with that fake shit, just stop with that fake shit (Fake shit)
If you got a problem with me, nigga, get it off your chest (Woo)
Nigga, what?
(Huh, huh, ooh)
Get it off your chest (Huh)
Get it off your chest (Huh, huh, ooh)
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)