Yung God (Explicit) - Russ

Written by：Russ

Yung god when I ride up ride up

Not too many that can f**k with me f**k with me

Never hung up on the bullsh*t

I can't afford that type of luxury

How'd I get so faded faded

How'd I get so faded faded

I'm boutta do a show in Paris

I swear I'm feeling like I made it

Makin' deposits off of being 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 b**ches I end up cropping

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

I'm the yung yacht owner

B**ch and I'm not sober

Yea they had me on probation but I'll be done in October

Come on

You don't have to love me love me

But you gon' have to f**k with me f**k with me

You don't have to love me love me

But you gon' have to f**k with me f**k with me

Yung god when I ride up

Not too many that can f**k with me f**k with me

Never hung up on the bullsh*t

I can't afford that type of luxury

Hwd I get so faded

Howd I get so faded

I'm boutta do a show in Paris

I swear I'm feeling 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

You'll realize that you're feeling me

Sip GIN

Flip these problems

Flip these h**s into 16's ahhh sh*t

Howd I get so faded

Howd I get so faded

You don't have to love me love me

But you gone have to f**k with me f**k with me

You don't have to love me love me

But you gone have to f**k with me f**k with me

You don't have to love me love me

But you gone have to f**k with me f**k with me

You don't have to love me love me

But you gone have to f**k with me f**k with me