Sin_City17

Uh, ayy, yuh
Uh-uh, ayy, yuh
Uh-uh, ayy, yuh
Uh-uh, boy, boy
Boy, it’s dark outside in the fucking night time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise
Boy, it’s dark outside, boy, you running out of time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise
I ain’t gonna lie, lil bitch, I’m tyrant
Fairly vibrant, like a hydrant, I need silence, do not speak
Only money talk to me, I like violence and deceit
I put money on that mink
Cyka blyat, what you mean? This No Russian mission fleet
What you think? Off your meds?
Out your body? Out your bed?
Cocaína in the shed if any puta gimme head
Feel this lead on your face. drip drop my newest paste
You trip trip in your place, too late for armistice
Boy, it’s dark outside in the fucking night time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise
Boy, it’s dark outside, boy, you running out of time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise
Boy, it’s dark outside in the fucking night time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise
Boy, it’s dark outside, boy, you running out of time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise
Pockets holding green, I could compare it to a vase
But I’d rather talk about how many dinner plates you ate
I got 40 something bitches and that’s two in every state
That don’t even add it up, I got so many I mistake
I’m a hot headed nigga with a temper on erupt
I’ma bust if I have the circumference to run it up
Y’all talk, I tuck
The difference between the us
I run in with fisticuffs and I’ll scuffle with any fucks
Boy, it’s dark outside in the fucking night time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise
Boy, it’s dark outside, boy, you running out of time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise
Boy, it’s dark outside in the fucking night time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise
Boy, it’s dark outside, boy, you running out of time
I got money on mentality and sinning on the rise