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Zaytoven

Cease & Alamo

 

Cease & Alamo

(Album: Make America Trap Again - 2019)


(Zaytoven)

[Quavo:]
Yeah, Huncho
It's time

Don't play with your boy, don't play with your boy (hey)
Got your hand out, hell no, I'm not your boy (no)
Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore (can't ignore)
How I'm feeling, biatch? (bitch), ask the Forbes (biatch)

Put that bitch on that motherfucking [?] (drank, lean)
I pick that pussy, then I score (huh, ayy)
Look at the birds, they coming (brr)
Look at the birds, they coming (brr)
We wrapping 'em up, mummies (wrap 'em)
We wrapping 'em up, mummies (gone)
I got a Uzi tumming (Uzi), flamed a nigga for snitching (graow)
Flamed a nigga for running (graow), me and my niggas, we honest
I got a Uzi tumming (Uzi), me and my nigga, we honest (agh)
I got a Uzi tumming (ayy), me and my nigga, we honest (let's go)
Flamed a nigga for running (flame), flamed a nigga for snitching (flamed)
Flamed a nigga for flexing, popping, talking that shit to these bitches (flexin')
Flamed a nigga for flexing, popping, talking that shit to these bitches (flexin')
Flamed a nigga for flexing, popping, talking that shit to these bitches (uh)

Don't play with your boy, don't play with your boy (nah)
Got your hand out, hell nah, I'm not your boy (no)
Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore (real)
How I'm feeling, biatch? Ask the Forbes (biatch)

Real lean spill, gripping wood-grain wheels (wood-grain)
Got my bitch out, French tip-toes and her heels (French)
If I pour a four, nigga, what you gon' pour? (huh?)
Feeling like Rich Homie with Cease and Alamo (hahaha)
Used to sell Ps on Ps at Amaco (pounds)
Real kick-door, ran from the po-po (twelve)
Real bankroll, got a pack of four-four (grah)
Dwayne Johnson in the pot, the People's Elbow (uh, go)

Look at the birds, they coming (brr)
Look at the birds, they coming (brr, birds)
We wrapping 'em up, mummies (wrap 'em)
We wrapping 'em up, mummies (wrap 'em, birds)
I got a Uzi tumming (Uzi), we flamed a nigga for snitching (flame)
Flamed a nigga for running (flame), me and my nigga, we honest
I got a Uzi tumming (Uzi), me and my nigga, we honest (flame)
I got a Uzi tumming (ayy), me and my nigga, we honest (obtain)
Flamed a nigga for running (uh), flamed a nigga for snitching (flame)
Flamed a nigga for flexing, popping, talking that shit to these bitches (okay)
Flamed, flamed, flamed, flamed, flame, flame, flamed
Flame, flame, flame, flame, flame, flame, flame

Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore (real)
How I'm feeling, biatch? Ask the Forbes (how I'm feelin')
Real lean spill, gripping wood-grain wheels
Got my bitch out, French tip-toes and her heels
If I pour a four, nigga, what you gon' pour? (huh?)
Feeling like Rich Homie with Cease and Alamo (hahaha)
Used to sell Ps on Ps at Amaco (gas)
Real kick-door, ran from the po-po (twelve)

[Takeoff:]
I done found the pint, now I'm forming, moving slow (woah)
Two-two litres poured, of fours, that's four-by-four (four)
Two pots on the stove, don't fold, that's the G-code (code)
Got your hand out, hell no, aim at your fro (no)
Real lean sipper having real lean shows (shows)
Don't understand the double cup? It keep my drank cold (cold)
Pull up in the Rolls, them rose-curtains is closed (froze)
Bad hoes front row at all my shows (shows)

[Quavo & Takeoff:]
Don't play with your boy, don't play with your boy (Takeoff)
Got your hand out, hell no, I'm not your boy (no)
Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore (uh-uh)
How I'm feeling, biatch? (bitch), ask the Forbes
Don't play with your boy, don't play with your boy
Got your hand out, hell nah, I'm not your boy
Too many real niggas, hell nah, you can't ignore
How I'm feeling, biatch? Ask the Forbes

[Quavo:]
Real lean spill, gripping wood-grain wheels
Gripping wood-grain wheel
Real lean spill, gripping wood-grain wheels
How I'm feeling, biatch? Ask the Forbes

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