Sarob. - Cotton gin + tonic. lyrics

I'm slicker this year. I'm slicker this year Cotton dockers come off the top with the pick in my hair Prick off the block kickin pac bit off rocker pick up your profit Bit off the rob and still ain't get the drop You ain't got no style motherf**er Flipping the pharcyde flirting with farces i don't speak farsi fist full of verses mist in the lungs lunge is a must Strut through the rough Canvas is scuffed Got tore so up. guess I'm a bust Pushing bounce on the sessions No discretion 59 brush make your J's look like skechers A flame lit off the kesha k**in counting some cashes Yung coogi all in your coochi Yung ca**ius clay of the ma**es I'm asinine...unless that a** a ten I need some extra lines just to bag the spin I need some extra dollars just to bag and spend And some f**in follows for my raps to trend uhh Unkempt afro. hemp sean kemp with a limp bumpin camp lo Little black sambo no Santa thought id change the fanta for a handgun man if the man come might just get manic Crackers tried to clown me out oooh best believe we ain't have it I'm cool like that uhh I'm cool like that All them white kids? tell me how you go to school like that They're from connecticut, only blacks they heard of got no etiquette So now they turn around look at you like that Like you're an imbecile Nimbus, ill slimmest jeans fitted No filter like my stogs no fillin in your gimmick Still k**in on the low, high ceiling for the menace Veridic and eyes closed dilated by derelicts These rappers with their callings need to go'n pick it up I ain't fishing, man, i got my hookup Watch pussies poppin fizz up Ima get em shook Bust when the cap off No such thing as a halfway crook