Joey Fatts - Curfew lyrics

[Hook: Joey Fatts] It's me and my crew, and there's no curfew So we on, and we gon' ride tonight It's me and my homies, and we on, so we gon' ride tonight [Verse 1] Sliding down Atlantic with a few automatics We just having fun but if they start tripping we let em have it My b**h be the baddest, she worried bout fashion I'm just making sure she know to drown the disel in the acid Every month be march madness cause n***as ball win or fall Spring brought that thing and by summer I had to get it off You not with this sh** at all, hollow tips spit at ya Stand with ya mommas, and now you getting this b**h involved Chip em off moving weight to the hood, heading west with the yay Everything is all good, short n***a guess thats why a n***a never understood But bet they listen once this trigger get a pull I'm riding out tonight, with my n***as serving china white And if you come right you probally could get it for half the price But if you serve and caught slipping, then you lose your life Rob you for your packs and get it with the homies shooting dice [Hook] [Verse 2] Just another motherf**ing day, for Fatts and why begin like this? Wake up in the morning thank god and back to the bricks I got the crack on the strip got the soft on the trip Black mask .40 mag waiting for you to slip I got your b**h, you know it, she seen me and she want it Wait for you to go to work, I come over she bust it open But I don't want her p**y, though her head is the coldest I just send her out of state with my bricks, up in her focus The booth got me loaded, speeding down the 710 Feds hit the track, so I had to make a change of plans Serving brick hoping one day, that I be the man Dodging uncle Sam, my lawyer paid to keep me out of jams You better scram, when that trigger pull and that hammer drop Right before your banks but na b**h we dont look like basquiat Dope in the stove while the hammers on the countertop If a n***as tryna plot, he can get his a** shot [Hook]