Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion Cook that shit up Quay It's It's Gucci (Evil) Hah (Genius) Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom) (Mr. Nice Guy, haha) If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)

Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter

I had to cut lil' mama off, now we back on They think I'm still selling soft like his bag gone I was gone for a minute, now it's it's back on I'm self made and independent, yup, black on I'm self made and independent, yup we black on

Dream, it's a young nigga dream, yeah Nigga act so tough it's it's startin' scene In blue flame, yeah the trap god throwing green rain Nice guy, mean chain, pull up in a cream Range Orange seats, orange feet, what do all that orange mean? Big Guwop home I

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (ugh) Huh, it's Bebe 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat so it's it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it,

I just wanna party We blowin' smoke in the air, drinkin' ice cold beer Got ya girl in my ear sayin' Go white girl, its ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Yeah (burr) Holleratche mane So I got this twelve pack (burr) Got ya girl in my ear sayin', I just

Niggas pistol popping like it's it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything

Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp It's It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame We flying, we

I'm a beat it up He can lay you down But I'm a beat it up It's It's 4 in the mornin' She callin' my phone She wanna be grown We gone get it on She said that she lonely Cause hes never around

Plus, they keep bud in the kitchen, fuck some eggs and grits Jimmy Henchman with the shipment, I sold a lot of shit Woke up in the mornin', bust down me a brick East Atlanta, Zone 6, Gucci really rich Heard I killed a man allegedly, but I didn't bust a