Get Out Yo Feelin's Lyrics - Yg

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 

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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 

[?] out 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 

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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) 

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, 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