2015 Flow E

Uh, uh. Uh, this that Silicon Valley flow. I got that Sundance vision, nigga, you ain't know? Goddamn, I got album of the year still. Three plaques in, imagine how these wack rappers Feel. I been killing niggas all year, Bill. Me and them white folk names got something In common, bills. I got 'em. I been at Rich House up In the rich hills. The homie got that Tommy On, that something that he'll fill. But look though, been really off the hook though. My fam straight, my homies got money on they Books though. Lately, my bitch been tripping on me. I'm like, "Bitch, I'm in the studio, let me Cook though." RJ Kenny shit, my homies is killing Shit. But I'm tryna convince them to be on Some drug dealer shit. I can't blame 'em, 'cause they mamas, they don't Give a shit. So I fronted them some work, Told them, "Nigga, get rich." Get rich, get rich, get rich. Mama, I finally did it, hustled hard then get Rich. Lately, I been on some solar shit. Cortez, long socks, I been on my cholo shit. Bitch keep tripping, 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 fucking and sucking, she with the Shit, let's flip this bitch. Let's flip a pound, send it out of town And bust it down. Ain't no respect for the Hoes that wasn't fucking but fucking 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 out and Execute. My management like, "Hold up, YG." I'm like, "I ain't waiting on you." This that 2015 flow. Kill yourself if you ain't getting dough. Hold up, keep winning, keep winning, Keep winning. You gotta speak into existence, Nigga, keep winning. They said Dre made a billion. I'm like, "Shit, I can do it if he Did it." Fucking on what's-his-name 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 Sugar Sugar, I Got no limits." Fuck these niggas, they ain't living What they talking 'bout. Even with a million Dollars, I'd still spark it out. Fuck these niggas, fuck these niggas, fuck these Niggas. They wasn't shooting with me in the gym, So fuck these niggas. Uh, I'm rough riding where My dogs at. Where them niggas that fuck they Bitches on they paws at? Ruff. Nigga, 2015 on the front porch selling twenty Sacks for fifteen, nigga.