2015 Flow

[Produced by DJ Mustard]

[Verse]

This that Silicon Valley flow

I got that sun dance vision, nigga you ain't know

Got damn, I got album of the year, still

3 plaques in, imagine how these wack rappers feel

I've been killin' niggas all year

Bill, me and them white folk names got somethin' 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 somethin' 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 trippin' on me

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

RJ killin' shit, my homies is killin' shit

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

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

So I fronted them some work, told 'em nigga 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 trippin', I'ma let bygones be bygones

Walk up in the house with high nines, I'm like "Hi mom!"

But I'm right back on my nigga shit

Like what, she fuckin' and suckin', 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 fuckin', but fuckin' now

Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down

You can profit $3500 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 if you ain't gettin' dough

Hold up; keep winning, keep winning, keep winning

You gotta speak it to existence, nigga, keep winning

They said Dre made a billion

I'm like, "Shit, I can do it if he did it!"

Fuckin' on whats 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 Silkk the Shocker, I got no limits!"

Fuck these niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout

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

Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas

They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so fuck these niggas

I'm Ruff Rydin', where my dogs at?

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

Nigga 2015

On the front porch sellin' 20 sacks for 15, nigga