Sin_City17 - Eric North, Crypt

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