Get Out Yo Feelin's

Get Out Yo Feelin's - YG/RJmrLA

Written by：Keenon Jackson/Dijon McFarlane/Rodney Brown

Started from the bottom made it to the top they mad

Pull in Maybachs and Wraith drops they mad

Well f**k it be 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

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

Uhh my homies sendin' packs now wipe me down

All about the money never 'bout these honeys

Knock a b**ch then hit a b**ch then bounce

I be on my bunny oh

You look like a hater mad faces when I walk through

Cast in you body plus a bag for the walkthrough

I'm better with time

Spendin' less on the argue wait why even argue

B**ch 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 ni**a's downfall that's sad

I'm quick to tell a ni**a the real so quick

Like stop hatin' get on your sh*t

I'm quick to tell a ni**a the real so quick

Like stop hatin' get on your sh*t ni**a

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

Your feelings get out your feelings

Get out your feelings get out your feelings

I'm quick to tell a ni**a 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 b**ch

Shoot a real Perez Hilton for real lil' b**ch

Yeah b**ches 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 b**ches 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

Ay I just signed to 400 Summers you mad

Now I can move my mama to the suburbs you mad

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 feelings

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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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

Your feelings get out your feelings

Get out your feelings get out your feelings