Curfew - 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

Sliding down Atlantic with a few automatics

We just having fun but if they start tripping we let em have it

My bitch 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 niggas ball win or fall

Spring brought that thing and by summer I had to get it off

You not with this shit at all, hollow tips spit at ya

Stand with ya mommas, and now you getting this bitch involved

Chip em off moving weight to the hood, heading west with the yay

Everything is all good, short nigga guess thats why a nigga never understood

But bet they listen once this trigger get a pull

I’m riding out tonight, with my niggas 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

Just another motherfucking 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 bitch, 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 pussy, 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 bitch we dont look like basquiat

Dope in the stove while the hammers on the countertop

If a niggas tryna plot, he can get his ass shot