Trillo the 13th - OYF Lyrics

Get out of yo feelings is you on the rag
Get out of yo feelings man y'all are too sad
Get out of yo feelings get of yo feelings ye
Maybe on Monday, on Tuesday, or Friday
I pull up and pop in yo driveway I do you like smokey on Friday
Maybe on Monday, on Tuesday, or Friday
I pull up and pop in yo driveway I do you like smokey on Friday

Can't be like Kodak, heard he fed up
Just like Tupac, keep my head up
Stackin my bread, never get stuck
It's all about skill and never on luck
Middle fingers up screaming don't give a f*ck
Pull up with the Glock, boy better duck
Focus on grind gotta keep my bread up
Y'all stay on the beef but I'm bout my chedda
Came out of the mud ain't showin' no love
This life that I live it fits like a glove
Not going down, I stay up above
Get into my bag when push comes to shove
What's in the bag might give you tuck
Ship you to heaven Delivery Truck
Get out of your feelings get into the bag
F*cking with Family you gone see the mag
I'm popping a tag, up in the lab
32 shots stick yo ass like a jab
Said them 32 shots stick yo ass like a jab
Pop a nigga off long range tho
Flow so fast Usain Bolt
Beat a nigga down talking black and blue
Get gunned down that's without a clue
If you really want war see what the mac'll do
One rounds not enough coming back at chu
Not coming as a shock call it Pikachu
Let the Glock 23 take a peek at you
Wet a nigga block like a sneeze a-choo
Said we wet that nigga block like a sneeze a-choo

Get out of yo feelings is you on the rag
Get out of yo feelings man y'all are too sad
Get out of yo feelings get out of yo feelings ye
Maybe on Monday, on Tuesday, or Friday
I pull up and pop in yo driveway I do you like smokey on Friday
Maybe on Monday, on Tuesday, or Friday
I pull up and pop in yo driveway I do you like smokey on Friday

Nigga is you on the rag
Got the fye with me up in the bag
Never stressing 'bout what I been had
Don't give a f*ck the shits in the past
But f*ck with my Migos
I'll take off and blast
Set it off boy and you won't be the last
We bumping like Quavo
She do what I say so
Don't f*ck with my bankroll
I shoot quick and lay low
Have ya noggin busting open like Cape hoes
I'm dripping juice I've been munching on mangos
We burning up nigga smoking that fuego
That pressure building up like its some legos
Bet I release it like hasta luego
Me and them shooters that's all in my payroll
I gotta go get it by the caseloads

Get out of yo feelings is you on the rag
Get out of yo feelings man y'all are too sad
Get out of yo feelings get of yo feelings ye
Maybe on Monday, on Tuesday, or Friday
I pull up and pop in yo driveway I do you like smokey on Friday
Maybe on Monday, on Tuesday, or Friday
I pull up and pop in yo driveway I do you like smokey on Friday