Cereal (feat. JID & Kenny Mason) [bonus]

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 shit, 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, shit, 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 shit, 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

**** what they talkin', I hear 'em all 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 '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' ****in' eat

Niggas real dark in the heart but **** with me

Any real dawg with a heart will **** 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 shit, 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 shit, I killed him

I ain't know he wouldn't pay when I billed him

**** with my money, I'm ****ing 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

Bitch, I'm missin' the old days

Catch me on the 105 in the 50i, drivin' like I'm O.J.

With a bitch that's into role play, okay

I got my city, I run it like Ricky

So if you **** with me that shit could get risky

I'm milkin' the game, every bar is a titty

I **** 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, ****ed 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 shit, 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