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Outta Proportion
8,286
Hip-Hop/Rap
Outta Proportion was released on December 7, 2018 by Guwop Enterprises/Atlantic as a part of the album Evil Genius
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Release DateDecember 7, 2018
LabelGuwop Enterprises/Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Christopher Rosser
Christopher Rosser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Quay Global
Quay Global
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cook that shit up, Quay
It's Gucc' (Evil)
(Genius)
Fast coupe (Haha) (Nyoom)
Ha (Mister Nice Guy)
[Verse 2]
If you ain't 'bout lettin' that chopper go
We ain't got nothin' in common
I hate snitches, I like bitches
But I'm so in love with money
Had to cut some of my kinfolks off
They didn't keep it one-hunnid
If I said it, then I done it
Fuck that fake love, I don't want it
Tryna renegotiate my contract
Bitch, I feel like Andre Drummond
Thumbin’ through a half a mil' on Instagram
Lookin' like I play on Sundays
You just a chick who suck my dick
Miss Lady, you're not the other woman
Fuck a friendship that's plutonic
I need a friend that keeps me cummin'
[Verse 3]
Touch down in Boston
Gucci be flossin'
I'ma about to go Stone Cold Steve Austin
P's on my trail, but you know I lost 'em
Four pipes, yeah, quadruple exhaust 'em
Outta this world like Marvin the Martian
Fifty a verse, and I'm underchargin'
These rappers so fake that they screamin' "Extortion"
My chopper keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Shorty be saucy
Thick as a horsey
Booty and titties the perfect proportion
Postin' her pic and it's makin' me horny
Baby, these carats, these are not pawners
Killin' that pussy, I'm Gucci Kevorkian
Ballin' and fresh now like Jerry Tarkanian
Gucci's the alien, I'm from Uranium
Droppin' that top, yeah, I'm crackin' that cranium
[Verse 4]
All in the stadium like I play
All my kinfolks call me Ray
Bettin' my granddad look on me
Like "I'm so damn glad you lit"
Why is your jewelry lookin aluminum?
Why is it dull? What'd you do to them?
I'm gettin full, pockets on stuff
Dressin' like a plug, yeah, I stay dripped up
[Verse 5]
Knocked me down, picked 'em up
Salt me down, yeah, fucked me up
Too turnt up, too turnt up
Knocked me down, but I picked 'em up
Salt me down, salt me down
Yeah, they salt me down, but I turnt 'em up
But I'm too turnt up, I'm so up
[Verse 6]
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My chopper keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
My chopper keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Outta proportion, outta proportion
No shit outta proportion
Outta proportion
My chopper keep blowin' shit outta proportion
Written by: Chris Rosser, Radric Delantic Davis
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