JID, IDK, Kenny Mason - Cereal lyrics

JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.

Nedelcu Robert-Ștefan

Edwin Kenneth Green Jr.

[JID, IDK, Kenny Mason - Cereal lyrics]

Ayy, Scheme, you killed it
Christo
Uh, okay

Ran outta milk, mix some water and cereal
.22 hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial
Killin' this shit, if I murder, it's serious
Serial killer, I shoot up the spears
Cool as the toes on the polarest bear
Hooligan holdin' the woodgrain
Steerin' wheel in the hood like I'm pushin' through Paris

Huh? Oh, shit, I'm careless
What you really want? The truth or you dares?
Put the puddin' in the proof and prepare
Gotta stay from out of loop with you squares
Bo was here, Blunt was here, Slew was here, Drew was here
Where was you there?
Nah, blowin' air, you a tuba player
Over there, you ain't cool here

Ran outta milk, mix some water and cereal
.22 hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial
Killin' this shit, if I murder, it's serious
Serial killer, I shoot up the spears
Cool as the toes on the polarest bear
Hooligan holdin' the woodgrain
Steerin' wheel in the hood like I'm pushin' through Paris

Ran outta milk, mix some water with cereal
Ran with the killers and most of 'em serial
Run up on dealer, go di-di-di-digital
No face to pin it on, oh, no Rey Mysterio (Hol' up, wait)
Here we go
Okay, it's no way they don't know the dealio
Fuck what they talkin', I hear more m-e-o
W barkin' but don't get a visual
Pull up on a nigga with a nigga with issues
Little and big dudes turn into pig food
Burn 'em in pits in Pittsburgh, they pig fools
Persian pictures, heard he rich, ooh
Tossed the gun soon as the job was done
The bullet popped his lungs, he couldn't jog or run
I couldn't jog, my memory, tryna find that one
I hear them broke niggas name and I'm not the one you give it
Pitch on a lane if you hot, we huntin'
Get him, pop the trunk and pick him out the bush
And hit him, stop the front, and if you not a punk, we kill him
Stop the punches, split noggins, lungs and kindeys
All the zombies with me starvin', hungry
If the car got flash then we all gon' fuckin' eat
Niggas real dark in the heart but fuck with me
Any real dark with a heart will fuck with me

Ran outta milk, mix some water and cereal
.22 hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial
Killin' this shit, if I murder, it's serious
Serial killer, I shoot up the spears
Cool as the toes on the polarest bear
Hooligan holdin' the woodgrain
Steerin' wheel in the hood like I'm pushin' through Paris

Aw shit, I killed him
I ain't know you wouldn't pay when I billed him
Fuck with my money, I'm fucking your biller
Aim for the head when I shoot, Billops
Aim for the head when I shoot my shot, call me Clinton
Presidential watches, they gonna steal 'em
Lootin' up the shops, me, I'm just chillin'
Thought about it twice, now I'm like, "No way"
I ain't pissin' off Noname
Mama used to say, "Go play"
Now I'm worried 'bout co-pay
Bitch, I'm missin' the old days
Catch me on the 105 in a 50-I, drivin' like I'm O.J
With a bitch that's in a roleplay, okay
I got my city, I run it like Ricky
So if you fuck with me, then shit could get risky
I'm milkin' the game, every bar is a titty
I fuck up the system, I'm workin' like Missy
Your money is iffy, your peoples is filthy
You takin' 'em shots but they all seem to miss me
They never gon' hit me, you better off givin' me
Shots for my kidney, I'm killin' em quickly
Middle finger to the Twitter fingers
Hit 'em quitter fingers, hit 'em, pop, clean up
I just got my dreams out the cleaners
Trappin' got 'em in the court, Venus
Me and JID, that's the best team-up
Thought you was the best, fuck the dream up
Almost made it but you broke your femur
Excuses, excuses, excuses, excuses

Ran outta milk, mix some water and cereal
.22 hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial
Killin' this shit, if I murder, it's serious
Serial killer, I shoot up the spears
Cool as the toes on the polarest bear
Hooligan holdin' the woodgrain
Steerin' wheel in the hood like I'm pushin' through Paris

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