Yung God Songtext
von Russ

Yung God when I ride up (Ride up)
Not too many that could fuck with me (Fuck with me)
Never hung up on bullshit (Ah-ooh)
I can′t afford that type of luxury (Ow)
How'd I get so faded? (Faded)
How′d I get so faded? (Faded)
About to do a show in Paris (Ah-ooh)
I swear I'm feeling like I made it (Ow)

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 d one in October, c′mon


You don't have to love me, love me
But you gon′ have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah-ooh)
You don't have to love me, love me
But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah-ooh)

Yung God when I ride up (Ride up)
Not too many that could fuck with me (Fuck with me)
Never hung up on bullshit (Ah-ooh)
I can′t afford that type of luxury (Ow)
How′d I get so faded? (Faded)
How'd I get so faded? (Faded)
About to do a show in Paris (Ah-ooh)
I swear I′m feeling like I made it (Ow)

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
You′ll realize that you're feelin' me
Sip G-I-N
Flip these problems
Flip these hoes into 16′s, ah shit
How′d I get so faded (Fa0ded)
How'd I get so faded? (Faded)


You don′t have to love me, love me
But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah-ooh)
You don′t have to love me, love me
But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah-ooh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You don′t have to love me, love me
But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah-ooh)
You don't have to love me, love me
But you gon′ have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah-ooh)