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*tch 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*ggas ball win or fall
Spring brought that thing and by summer I had to get it off
You not with this sh*t at all, hollow tips spit at ya
Stand with ya mommas, and now you getting this b*tch involved
Chip em off moving weight to the hood, heading west with the yay
Everything is all good, short n*gga guess thats why a n*gga never understood
But bet they listen once this trigger get a pull
I'm riding out tonight, with my n*ggas 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

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[Verse 2]
Just another motherf*cking 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*tch, 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 pus*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*tch we dont look like basquiat
Dope in the stove while the hammers on the countertop
If a n*ggas tryna plot, he can get his ass shot
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