If Cash Cobain isn't the best sex rapper, he's certainly the most effortless. While the likes of Cupcakke or Sexyy Red operate in blunt shock value, Cobain trades in cheesy charm, his flirtatious advances coming off like pickup lines that should never work: "Me and her booty be twinning, why? Cause we fat." By combining his tongue-in-cheek songwriting and muted melody with his breezy, kinetic production, he's added a playful dimension to the sound that's taken over New York City rap as the father of sexy drill. It's a status he cements on "Play Cash Cobain," the follow-up to last year's debut, "Pretty Girls Love Slizzy," which triples the rawness while simultaneously elevating the sounds. Here, it's as fun as it is inventive.

The 19-track LP is a breathtaking one, featuring Quavo, Don Toliver and returning collaborators Bay Swag and Chow Lee. There are more features — most notably on “Problem,” which features a whopping 14 artists — but it’s rightfully the Cash Cobain show, his cheeky humor and stylish, atmospheric soundscapes keeping the stage in check. In less charismatic hands, the thirsty bars might feel redundant, but his constellation of cadences, sounds and sheer imagination builds momentum instead of stagnation; a single Cash Cobain verse can play out like a “Kama Sutra” coloring book.

There’s a general sense of horny whimsy that runs through everything from the song titles to the barroom structures, with the Bronx creator sounding like a cross between a mutant Max B and The Dream with less refined vocals. See “Rump Punch,” where Cobain strings together his usually thirsty bars with sly wit and surprising dexterity. “Yeah, I’m always out, but I’m in you / Why the slizzy god had to send me you? / Henny got you bent, but I’m gon’ bend you too / If you got a man, we can bend the rules,” he raps, negotiating an illicit affair. Distilled in a whispery tone, it’s a barrage of naughty playboy jokes courtesy of the man your mother warned you about — but somehow there’s a compelling warmth to it, too: “If I was your man, I’d be tender too.”

“Fisherrr” and “Dunk Contest” play out in much the same vein, with Cobain alternating jokes with mumbled, jaunty flows and repetitions that can make him sound like a horny Pokémon. It’s an approach that turns verses into self-contained micro-choruses that are as endearingly perverse as they are infectious. It’s all peppered with idiosyncratic production that remains a nostalgic playground. On “Cantsleep/drunkinlove,” Cobain blends a cool, throwback H-town sample with an understated club beat and a Ludacris interpolation for a track that’s sexy and stylish. The same goes for “Act Like,” which combines a Tyrese video with a nod to Pop Smoke and some abruptly explicit foreplay: “I want my dick in your throat.” It’s all pretty much the pinnacle of Cash Cobain, and he’s still pushing boundaries.