YG, RJmrLA - Get Out Yo Feelin's lyrics
[YG, RJmrLA - Get Out Yo Feelin's lyrics]
Started from the bottom, made it to the top
They mad
Pull in Maybachs and Wraith drops, they mad
Well fuck it, be mad
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out yo'
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Damn, Mustard back now, wipe me down
Hit a model from the back now, wipe me down
Spend it, get it right back now, wipe me down
Ooh, my homies sendin' packs now
Wipe me down
All about the money, never 'bout these honeys
Knock a bitch, then hit a bitch, then bounce
I be on my bunny, oh you look like a hater
Mad faces when I walk through
Concert in your bity
Plus a bag for the walkthrough
I'm better with time
Spendin' less on the argue
Wait, why even argue?
Bitch, who are you? You mad, huh?
Oh, that's why they mad
Please, somebody, tell me why they mad
Wish I was doin' bad, huh?
Wish I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real nigga's downfall
That's sad
I'm quick to tell a nigga the real so quick
Like, stop hatin', get on your shit
I'm quick to tell a nigga the real so quick
Like, stop hatin', get on your shit, nigga
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out yo'
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
I'm quick to tell a nigga the real
Real quick i'm with all the pull ups
At the field real quick
Pull up with a pair of
Heels and steal your bitch
Shoot a real Perez Hilton, for real
Lil' bitch
Yeah, bitches hate these niggas so they emo
I just sold my heart and bought a kilo
I just put some rims on my Eagle
I should sell this verse
Inside a needle, yeah, yeah
Once upon a time I was broke, now I'm flexin'
Now it's beat through closet
With the Goyard section
Two bi bitches, sent 'em both directions
If you do not stretch it
Then these hoes not pressin' (You mad)
I just did another show with Mustard
(You mad)
Ayy, I just signed to 400 Summers (You mad)
Yeah, now I can move my mama to the suburbs
(You mad) yeah, you make your daddy wish
He wore a rubber (He mad)
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out yo'
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
You mad oh, that's why they mad
Please, somebody, tell me why they mad
He mad wish I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real nigga downfall, that's sad
You mad oh, that's why they mad
Please, somebody, tell me why they mad
He mad wish I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real nigga downfall, that's sad
You mad
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out yo'
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
They mad
Pull in Maybachs and Wraith drops, they mad
Well fuck it, be mad
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out yo'
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Damn, Mustard back now, wipe me down
Hit a model from the back now, wipe me down
Spend it, get it right back now, wipe me down
Ooh, my homies sendin' packs now
Wipe me down
All about the money, never 'bout these honeys
Knock a bitch, then hit a bitch, then bounce
I be on my bunny, oh you look like a hater
Mad faces when I walk through
Concert in your bity
Plus a bag for the walkthrough
I'm better with time
Spendin' less on the argue
Wait, why even argue?
Bitch, who are you? You mad, huh?
Oh, that's why they mad
Please, somebody, tell me why they mad
Wish I was doin' bad, huh?
Wish I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real nigga's downfall
That's sad
I'm quick to tell a nigga the real so quick
Like, stop hatin', get on your shit
I'm quick to tell a nigga the real so quick
Like, stop hatin', get on your shit, nigga
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out yo'
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
I'm quick to tell a nigga the real
Real quick i'm with all the pull ups
At the field real quick
Pull up with a pair of
Heels and steal your bitch
Shoot a real Perez Hilton, for real
Lil' bitch
Yeah, bitches hate these niggas so they emo
I just sold my heart and bought a kilo
I just put some rims on my Eagle
I should sell this verse
Inside a needle, yeah, yeah
Once upon a time I was broke, now I'm flexin'
Now it's beat through closet
With the Goyard section
Two bi bitches, sent 'em both directions
If you do not stretch it
Then these hoes not pressin' (You mad)
I just did another show with Mustard
(You mad)
Ayy, I just signed to 400 Summers (You mad)
Yeah, now I can move my mama to the suburbs
(You mad) yeah, you make your daddy wish
He wore a rubber (He mad)
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out yo'
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
You mad oh, that's why they mad
Please, somebody, tell me why they mad
He mad wish I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real nigga downfall, that's sad
You mad oh, that's why they mad
Please, somebody, tell me why they mad
He mad wish I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real nigga downfall, that's sad
You mad
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out yo'
Get out yo', get out yo', get out yo'
Get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings
Get out your feelings, get out your feelings