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Cereal

 

Cereal


Ayy, Scheme, you killed it
Christo
Uh, okay

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
Killing 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 holding the woodgrain steering wheel
In the hood like I'm pushing through Paris

Huh, oh, shit, I'm curious
What you really want? The truth or you dares?
Put the pudding 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, blowing air, you a tuba player
Over there, you ain't cool here

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
Killing 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 holding the woodgrain steering wheel
In the hood like I'm pushing through Paris

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
Fuck what they talking, I hear 'em all M-E-O-W
Barking, 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 fronting if you not a punk, then kill him
Stop the punches, split noggins, lungs and kindeys
All the zombies with me starving, hungry
If the card got funds then we all gon' fucking 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 the water and cereal
Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial
Killing 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 holding the woodgrain steering wheel
In the hood like I'm pushing 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
Looting up the shops, me, I'm just chilling
Thought about it twice, now I'm like, "No way"
I ain't pissing off Noname
Mama used to say, "Go play"
Now I'm worried 'bout co-pay
Bitch, I'm missing the old days
Catch me on the 105 in the 50i, driving 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 fuck with me that shit could get risky
I'm milking the game, every bar is a titty
I fuck up the system, I work it like Missy
Your money is iffy, your peoples is fifty
You taking them shots but they all seem to miss me
They never gon' hit me, you better off giving me
Shots for my kidney, I'm killing em quickly
Middle finger to the Twitter fingers
Hitter-quitter fingers, hit 'em, pop, clean up
I just got my Dries out the cleaners
Trapping 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 the water and cereal
Twenty-two hit, make a hole like a Cheerio
Give me the stick, I'ma scratch off the serial
Killing 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 holding the woodgrain steering wheel
In the hood like I'm pushing through Paris

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