DJ Grumble - Gee Series lyrics

[Verse 1: Cully] Through some Cartier lens sh** what you about to see Before I go to sleep try to smoke a pound of weed Wake up, go nuts, call it Almond Breeze Ride out in my hide out, then I pound a beat Old songs are my exes, tapes is on my checklist Last name Cullen sometimes I get my neck bit Because chicks be getting reckless And my conscious has to step in Swing wood, nun-chuck them, bet I use it as a weapon And a condom when I get in, if I hit it won't regret it Man my kicks be overstepping, skinny kid but still flexing Always hit the mall instead of the gym Rap battle some wa*kster because I'm better than him And a loser if I do let my competitors win I'm just trying to turn my bike into a Lexus and sh** So I can cruise around a new town that's due south and what Grab a new gal that slaps shots and is too down to f** Uh [Hook: Cully] See me riding around in the Benz wagon So many friends tagging along the ends dragging See me riding around in the Benz wagon So many friends tagging along [Verse 2:Cully] Any given day catch me grooving in my sleep Rapid eye movements while I'm snoozing in the jeep Backseat playing my CD while the driver beep beep these streets Please Stay clear and wash if it ain't clean Been doing rap and rocking, I'm 18 So stop with the fake steeze And f** every cop, monogamy ain't me If I wasn't on this path I'd probably pave streets Road to riches, golden brick sh** Know I'm living, MILF if it up with older women Can't tell the difference from the Patron I'm sipping or the coke she sniffing Just a player coaching b**hes Now I know the limits of no commitment So it's written like Nas Said Expect hip-hop is not dead Still trendy like pot heads And I ain't got dreads Drive safe what my mom says [Hook] [Verse 3: Cully] Small town rapper my dreams are big city Chatting chicks, hitting them off like Ken Griffy 10 Deep since 10th grade, I'm still dipping Set high goals, play my role I'm Will Smithing Sipping on some alcohol that's twice my age A 40, not wine, where I like my grapes In a blunt wrap, f** that, triple your stash Talk sh**, get stickier than licorice hash Hit your chick in the a** with the hickory dap That's wood I want money that Diddy don't have Billions of Bills, like people naming children William should chill The cure is real, concealed in pill For real, how do you feel? So down with the sickness Air Force's on, land lords can't evict us Club Master frames, vision is the picture Contact high make my tinted lenses crisper [Hook]