Outta Proportion

Hah
 Cut that shit up Quay
 Scooch (Evil)
 Hah (Genius)
 Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom)
 Hah
 (Mr. Nice Guy, haha)
 If you ain't 'bout lettin' that
 choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)
 I hate snitches,
 I like bitches (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?)
 Fuck that fake love, I don't want it
 Time to renegotiate my contract
 Bitch, 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 suck my dick
 Miss Lady, you're not the other woman (No)
 Fuck 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' shit out of proportion
 Shout out these saucin', niggas 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
 Killin' that pussy, 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' fucked, pockets on stuffed (Ooh)
 Dressin' like a plug, yeah I stay jerked up (Scooch)
 Nah we down, picked 'em up
 Salt me down, yeah fuck me up (Yeah fuck 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
 Outta proportion, outta proportion
 My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
 Outta proportion, outta proportion
 My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
 Outta proportion, outta proportion
 Outta pro-outta proportion
 Outta proportion, outta proportion
 My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
 
 Hah
 Cut that shit up Quay
 Scooch (Evil)
 Hah (Genius)
 Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom)
 Hah
 (Mr. Nice Guy, haha)
 If you ain't 'bout lettin' that
 choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)
 I hate snitches,
 I like bitches (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?)
 Fuck that fake love, I don't want it
 Time to renegotiate my contract
 Bitch, 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 suck my dick
 Miss Lady, you're not the other woman (No)
 Fuck 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' shit out of proportion
 Shout out these saucin', niggas 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
 Killin' that pussy, 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' fucked, pockets on stuffed (Ooh)
 Dressin' like a plug, yeah I stay jerked up (Scooch)
 Nah we down, picked 'em up
 Salt me down, yeah fuck me up (Yeah fuck 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
 Outta proportion, outta proportion
 My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
 Outta proportion, outta proportion
 My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion
 Outta proportion, outta proportion
 Outta pro-outta proportion
 Outta proportion, outta proportion
 My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion