2015 Flow

It's that Silicon Valley flow

I got that Sundance vision, ****, you ain't know

Goddamn, I got album of the year, still three packs in

Imagine how these wack rappers feel

I've been killing **** all year

Bill, me and them white folk names got something in common

Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've been to rich hills

The homie got that Tommy, know that's something that he'll feel

Look though, been really off the hook though

My fam' straight, my homies got money on their books though

Lately, my bitch been tripping on me

I'm like, Bitch, I'm in the studio, let me cook though

RJ killing shit, my homies is killing shit

But, I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some drug dealing shit

I can't blame 'em 'cause their mamas, they don't give a shit

So, I fronted them some work, told 'em they can get rich

Get rich, get rich, get rich

Mama, I finally get it, hustle hard then get rich

Lately, I've been on some solo shit

Cortez, long socks, I've been on my cholo shit

Bitch, you keep tripping, I'ma let bygones by bygones

Walk up in the house with high nines, I'm like, hi mom

But I'm right back on my **** shit

Like what, she fucking and sucking, she with the shit

Let's flip this bitch

Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then bust it down

And no respect for the hoes that wasn't fucking, but fuck it now

Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down

You can profit thirty-five hundred if you bust it down

Send me the plan, I'ma figure how to execute

My management like, hold up, YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you

It's that 2015 flow

Kill yourself i you ain't getting dough

Hold up, keep winning, keep winning, keep winning

You gotta speak it to existence, ****, keep winning

They said Dre made a billion

I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it

Fuckin on what's his name's baby mama

Her pussy loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no ceilings

They was like, YG, you shouldn't go there

I said, bitch, I think I'm Silk the Shocker, I got no limits

Fuck these ****, they ain't living what they talking 'bout

Even with a million dollars, I'll still spark it out

Fuck these ****, fuck these ****, fuck these ****

They wasn't shooting with me in the gym, so fuck these ****

I'm rough riding, where my dogs at?

Where them **** that fuck them bitches on their paws at?

****, 2015

On the front porch selling twenty sacks for 15, ****