Russ - Yung God
Yung god when I ride up
Not too many that can f**k with me
Never hung up on the bull****
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 I'm 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
While you were scalin' out your pride
I was weighing my options
Like ain't no room in my pictures for ******* I end up croppin
I've been movin' and flippin' and livin' life like I'm poppin'
I'm the yung yacht owner
***** and I'm not sober
Yea 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 f**k with me
You don't have to love me love me
But you gon' have to f**k with me
Yung god when I ride up
Not too many that can f**k with me
Never hung up on the bull****
I can't afford that type of luxery
How'd I get so faded
How'd I get so faded
I'm boutta do a show in paris
I swear I'm 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
I'm intertwined with the infinity
Baby close your eyes
Youll realize that you're feelin me
Sip g-i-n
Flip these problems
Flip these hoes into 16's ahhh ****
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 f**k with me
You don't have to love me love me
But you gon' have to f**k with me
You don't have to love me love me
But you gon' have to f**k with me
You don't have to love me love me
But you gon' have to f**k with me