Forever Pimpin' (Never Slippin') [feat. Cool Breeze]

Cool Cutter, Cool Cutter, he ain't nothing to me

Cool Cutter, he ain't dirty fucking South to me

Cool Cutter

Cool, Cool Cutter ain't nothing to me

I'll stack me a track on Cool Cutter's ass

Hell is Cool Cutter, stack that track

I know I look good, man, 'cause I feel real good

And when I'm feelin' real good, I wish somebody would

I'm just like that

I'm cool, people, but I'm tellin' you, ain't nobody gon' play me

He run his mouth then reach for something

He gon' be layin' in gravy

The rap game like the dope game, man, I ain't got no friends

When I was lettin' 'em go for the low-low

Shoulda got you one then

Man, playboy life is automatic, lemme describe this sentence

It'll shoot one at you, another one slide up in it

The enjambment, I'm tellin' you, cuz, he ain't no punk

Boy, I got this attitude wrench, man, I get it crunk

Describe me in a recipe, hot grease in a pot

One cup of Orville Redenbacher 'cause everything gon' pop

Man, it's the Dungeon Family, boy, run out and go get it

It comes in a very small package, makes a real big difference

So don't call me Cool Cutter, just call me Mister Bitch

And that's the only thing you call me from now, okay?

Mister, bitch

Get off your ass, ****, get on the grind

Forever pimpin', never slippin', ****, that's how it is

This system is designed to twist your mind

Forever pimpin', never slippin', ****, that's how it is

Get off your ass, ****, get on the grind

Forever pimpin', never slippin', ****, that's how it is

This system is designed to twist your mind

Forever pimpin', never slippin', ****, that's how it is