Kenny Mason - Cereal lyrics

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Kenny Mason - Cereal lyrics

[Intro: JID] Ayy, Scheme, you killed it Christo Uh, okay [Chorus: JID] Ran outta milk, mixed the water and cereal Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial Killin' this sh*t, if I murder, it's serious Serial killer, I shoot at the spirits Cool as the toes on the polar, it's bear Hooligan holdin' the woodgrain steerin' wheel In the hood like I'm pushin' through Paris [Verse 1: JID] Huh, oh, sh*t, I'm curious 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, Blanc was here, Slew was here, Drew was here Where was you dear? Nah, blowin' air, you a tuba player Over there, you ain't cool here [Chorus: JID] Ran outta milk, mixed the water and cereal Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial Killin' this sh*t, if I murder, it's serious Serial killer, I shoot at the spirits Cool as the toes on the polar, it's bear Hooligan holdin' the woodgrain steerin' wheel In the hood like I'm pushin' through Paris [Verse 2: Kenny Mason] Ran outta milk, mixed 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, no Rey Mysterio Hol' up, wait, here we go Okay, it's no way they don't know the dealio fu*k what they talkin', I hear 'em all M-E-O-W Barkin', but don't get a visual Pull up on a ni**a with a ni**a with issues Little and big dudes, turn 'em to pit food Burn 'em in pits in Pittsburgh, they pick fools Purge and pick jewels, 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 that hit him Don't know his name and I'm not the one to give it Piss on a lame if you hot, then hunt and get him Pop the trunk and pick him out the bunch and hit him Stop the frontin' if you not a punk, then kill him Stop the punches, split noggins, lungs and kindeys All the zombies with me starvin', hungry If the card got funds then we all gon' fu*kin' eat ni**as real dark in the heart but fu*k with me Any real dawg with a heart will fu*k with me [Chorus: JID] Ran outta milk, mixed the water and cereal Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial Killin' this sh*t, if I murder, it's serious Serial killer, I shoot at the spirits Cool as the toes on the polar, it's bear Hooligan holdin' the woodgrain steerin' wheel In the hood like I'm pushin' through Paris [Verse 3: IDK] Aw sh*t, I killed him I ain't know he wouldn't pay when I billed him fu*k with my money, I'm fu*king your bill up Aim for the head when I shoot, Billups Aim for the head when I shoot my shot, call me Clinton Presidential watch, 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 b*tch, I'm missin' the old days Catch me on the 105 in the 50i, drivin' like I'm O.J. With a b*tch that's into role play, okay I got my city, I run it like Ricky So if you fu*k with me that sh*t could get risky I'm milkin' the game, every bar is a titty I fu*k up the system, I work it like Missy Your money is iffy, your peoples is fifty You takin' them 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 Hitter-quitter fingers, hit 'em, pop, clean up I just got my Dries out the cleaners Trappin' got him in the court, Venus Me and JID, that's the best team-up Thought you was the best, fu*ked your dream up Almost made it but you broke your femur Excuses, excuses, excuses, excuses [Chorus: JID] Ran outta milk, mixed the water and cereal Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial Killin' this sh*t, if I murder, it's serious Serial killer, I shoot at the spirits Cool as the toes on the polar, it's bear Hooligan holdin' the woodgrain steerin' wheel In the hood like I'm pushin' through Paris