Serious III lyrics

[Verse 1: Grete]
(this is my feature for JMCEE)
(Hope this is good enough for you)

I’m feeling infectious
All around the country like the Metros
Cold, Arctic like [] menthols
You got no taste, damn lentils
I’m just that guy, shot a guy in the eye
Call him pewdiepie, [?] Jacked his eye
I’m feeling crazy, JMCEE
Now it’s time for you to die b*tch

[Verse 2: JMCEE]
(That was great dude.)
Paying guys on fiver to make features for me
I guess you could say I’ve exhausted myself
MEGAGRUNG in the Trap House along with Wheezy
And I’m paying these guys, call it anti-wealth

It’s gotten to the point where I make music for no reason
So I can get whoever the f*ck I want on my songs
I’m coming after all you fake ass kings, it’s treason
And I’m higher than 500 bongs, serious!

[Verse 3: Young Gleason]
Pop the balls in her mouth like poppin’ candy
See me outside and I’m drinking brandy
Thank you for the money JMCEE, I mean it
I’m gonna go cold on this sh*t, ice cream it
Chicks suck, and that ain’t an antonym
My lyrics hard to decipher like acronyms
When I see a ledge, I climb and mantle it
When you see a beat, you try and mangle it
(Yeah.)

Came on her ass, call it icing on the cake
I got a f*cked up mind, at least it ain’t fake
All you rappers talk about sex, that’s stupid
I talk about sex cos I be really doin’ it

I banged 3 chicks who looked like gremlins
I guess I gotta prey to repel it
STD’s calling like a ‘7 on the wall
Gleason don’t win, he’s already all