Turn the lights on, no I cannot see shit
Turn the bass up, I cannot feel shit
I put your bitch on the swivel, I'm bout to hit it
Now this a vibe switch you could not ride with I could not ride with, not on your
Timing
Yeah fuck your diet, yeah fuck your lying
Yeah fuck your bitch, hoe rock fake diamonds
So fuck your prius, and yes I'm biased
You know I'd side with anyone of my side bitches
Yeah, can't fuck with this or shit get iffy
I can't fuck your bitch cause she got fake titties
I be in your city like that hoe my city
Yeah, and the whole world side with me
Yeah, and your next girl in line for me
Yeah, you a player, then slide homie
Yeah, you gon' find out I'm not tired homie

Turn the lights on, no I cannot see shit
Turn the bass up, I cannot feel shit
I'm on another level, I'm bout to kill it
No we ain't seeing level, bitch you should
Fear this
I'm bout digits, yeah I stack digits
Rockstar like Hendrix, valet my Benz's
Rose Tint my lenses
I got connections
Don't need to mention, you feel the tension You gon' get silenced, you on the bench
Bitch
I get intense, bitch as I intended, I get offensive, my shit expensive
So what's your fancy, my flow give pension My flow expansive, droppin' panties yeah
Then leave her nasty
Bout to crash out on a opp like last week Gemini, so what I say contrasting
This ain't no casting, I'm everlasting