Yung God

Yung god when I ride up

Not too many that can fuck with me

Never hung up on bullshit

I can't afford that type of luxury

How did I get so faded?

How did I get so faded?

About to do a show in Paris

I swear I'm feeling like I made it

Making deposits off of being a prophet

Turning visions into riches

Way too big for my pockets

Baby girl, I'm a star

I suggest you acknowledge

While you were scaling out your pride

I was weighing my options

Ain't no room in my pictures for bitches

I end up cropping

I've been moving and flipping

And living life like I'm popping

I'm the young, yeah I own her

Bitch and I'm not sober

Yeah they had me on probation

But I'll be done in October, come on

You don't have to love me, love me (Ah ooh)

But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah ooh)

You don't have to love me, love me (Ah ooh)

But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah ooh)

Yung god when I ride up

Not too many that can fuck with me

Never hung up on bullshit

I can't afford that type of luxury

How did I get so faded?

How did I get so faded?

About to do a show in Paris

I swear I'm feeling like I made it

Society trying to reduce me to simplicity

But little do they know

That I'm designed by the divinity

Not wrapped up in your rules

I'm in the twine with the infinity

Baby, close your eyes, you'll realize that you're feeling me

Sick G I am, flip these problems

Flip these hoes in the 16s, aw shit

How did I get so faded?

How did I get so faded?

You don't have to love me, love me (Ah ooh)

But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah ooh)

You don't have to love me, love me (Ah ooh)

But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah ooh)

You don't have to love me, love me (Ah ooh)

But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah ooh)

You don't have to love me, love me (Ah ooh)

But you gon' have to fuck with me, fuck with me (Ah ooh)