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Cereal (feat. Kenny Mason)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
IDK
Vocals
JID
JID
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Songwriter
IDK
IDK
Songwriter
JID
JID
Songwriter
Blue Rondo
Blue Rondo
Songwriter
Christo
Christo
Songwriter
DJ Scheme
DJ Scheme
Songwriter
Jay Card
Jay Card
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Recording Engineer
IDK
IDK
Co-Producer
Blue Rondo
Blue Rondo
Additional Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
DJ Scheme
DJ Scheme
Producer
Jay Card
Jay Card
Producer
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy, Scheme, you killed it Christo Uh, okay Ran outta milk, mixed 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 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 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 there? Nah, blowin' air, you a tuba player Over there, you ain't cool here Ran outta milk, mixed 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 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 Ran outta milk, mixed some water and 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 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 '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' fuckin' eat Niggas real dark in the heart but fuck with me Any real dawg with a heart will fuck with me Ran outta milk, mixed 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 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 Aw shit, I killed him I ain't know he wouldn't pay when I billed him Fuck with my money, I'm fucking 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 in a roleplay, okay I got my city, I run it like Ricky So if you fuck with me, this shit could get risky I'm milkin' the game, every bar is a titty I fuck up the system, I work it 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 quit 'em 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, fucked your dream up Almost made it but you broke your femur Excuses, excuses, excuses, excuses Ran outta milk, mixed 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 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
Writer(s): Jason Mills, Destin Route, Christo, Jackson Card, Dj Scheme, Kenny Mason, Blue Rondo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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