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 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 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, come
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?
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, you’ll realize that youre feelin’ me
Sip G-I-N
Flip these problems
Flip these hoes into 16’s, ah 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
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