Yung God - Russ

Yung God when I ride up

Not too many that can fuck with me

Never hung up on the bullshit

I can’t afford that type of luxury

How’d I get so faded

How’d I get so faded

I’m boutta' do a show in Paris

I swear Im feelin' like I made it

Makin' deposits off of bein' a prophet

Turnin' visions into riches way too big for my pockets

Baby girl I’m a star

I suggest you acknowledge it

While you were scalin' out your pride

I was weighing my options

Like ain’t no room in my pictures for bitches I end up croppin'

I’ve been movin' and flippin' and livin' life like I’m poppin'

I’m the young yacht owner

Bitch and I’m not sober

Yeah, they had me on probation but I’ll be done in October

You don’t have to love me love me

But you gon' have to fuck with me

You don’t have to love me love me

But you gon' have to fuck with me

Yung God when I ride up

Not too many that can fuck with me

Never hung up on the bullshit

I can’t afford that type of luxury

How’d I get so faded

How’d I get so faded

Im boutta' do a show in Paris

I swear 'Im feelin' like I made it

Society tryna' reduce me to simplicity

But little do they know that I’m designed by the divinity

Not wrapped up in your rules

Im intertwined with the infinity

Baby close your eyes

You’ll realize that youre feelin' me

Sip G-I-N

Flip these problems

Flip these hoes into 16's ahhh shit

How’d I get so faded

How’d I get so faded

You don’t have to love me love me

But you gon' have to fuck with me

You don’t have to love me love me

But you gon' have to fuck with me