Gucci Mane - Outta Proportion lyrics

[Intro] Hah Cut that sh** up Quay Scooch (Evil) Hah (Genius) Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom) Hah (Mr. Nice Guy, haha) [Verse ] If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No) I hate snitches, I like b**hes (Snitch), but I'm so in love with money (Money) Had to cut some of my kinfolks off, they didn't keep it one hundred (What's up?) If I said it, then I done it (Huh?) f** that fake love, I don't want it Time to renegotiate my contract b**h, I feel like Andre Drummond (Wow) I'ma throw a half a mil' on Instagram lookin' like I play on Sundays You just chick who s** my dick Miss Lady, you're not the other woman (No) f** that friendship that's platonic (No) I need a friend that keeps me cumming (No, no) Touch down in Boston, Gucci be flossin' I'm about to ghost on Cold Steve Austin (Scooch) Thieves on my trail, but you know I lost 'em (Scooch) Four pipes, yeah I quadruple exhaust 'em Outta this world like Marvin the Martian (Hah) Fifty a verse and I'm on the charts These rappers so fake that they screamin', "Extortion" My choppa keep blowin' sh** out of proportion Shout out these saucin', n***as are horsin' Booties and titties, the perfect proportion Postin' a pic and it's makin' me horny (Yeah) Baby these carriers, these are not pawners k**in' that p**y, I'm Gucci Kevorkian Ballin' in Fresno like Jerry Tarkanian (Yeah) Gucci's the alien, I'm from uranium Droppin' the top, yeah I'm crackin' the cranium (Drop) Out in the stadium (Top) like I play (Guwop), all my kinfolks call me Ray (Ray) Then my grandad look at me, like, "I'm so damn glad you lit" Mind your jury, lookin' aluminum Why's it dull, what did you do to them I'm gettin' f**ed, pockets on stuffed (Ooh) Dressin' like a plug, yeah I stay jerked up (Scooch) Nah we down, picked 'em up Salt me down, yeah f** me up (Yeah f** me up) Too turnt up, too turnt up Knocked me down, but I picked them up (Whoa) Salt me down, salt me down Yeah they salt me down, but I turnt them up (No) But I'm too turnt up (Too), I'm so up (Up, up, up, up) Wop [Chorus] Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' sh** outta proportion Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' sh** outta proportion Outta proportion, outta proportion Outta pro-outta proportion Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' sh** outta proportion