YG - 2015 Flow lyrics
[YG - 2015 Flow lyrics]
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 limit's!"
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
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 limit's!"
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