Matt - Lights On Lyrics

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 f*ck your diet, yeah f*ck your lying
Yeah f*ck your bitch, hoe rock fake diamonds
So f*ck your prius, and yes I'm biased
You know I'd side with anyone of my side bitches
Yeah, can't f*ck with this or shit get iffy
I can't f*ck 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