Yg, RJmrLA - Get Out Yo Feelin's

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 [?] 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 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