Cocoa Butter

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

Get bread and we butter up the ting

Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind

I'm in my own lane, dussin to my win

My eyes thin, gushers in my slim

But ey, we still cut it up in cling

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

Move cocoa like the butter on my

My Spanish chick be like "Papi don't go"

But I'm married to the game bitch I'm mafioso

Remember when I had to set it in my Prada garms

Big 4 fizzy, letting off car alarms

I'm on my own, I can't be near them snitch boys

I was hiding bare bricks in them Bearbrick toys

A little weed to get my day started

I only made it out the hood cause I was bravehearted

I found out she was a hoe, I was gonna wife that

I had to go on Insta and take my likes back

They played me on the radio when I was whipping bricks

Them man were sucking pussy, I was hitting licks (that's dem man)

You know we let them things pop

I told a opp send his location, I heard a pin drop

Yeah they grind but I hustle more

All these shooters round me, what the fuck I need muscles for?

It's Nines

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

Get bread and we butter up the ting

Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind

I'm in my own lane, dussin to my win

My eyes thin, gushers in my slim

But ey, we still cut it up in cling

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

8th gear, 170, that cars off

This .32 pistol make your heart stop

Them **** aint banging, take that mask off

Me and Nines, we shoulda been in Narcos

Pushing Class A, not no Benz

Still copping skengz, but my minds on them M's

These **** wanna go to war that's usual

But they got no money for no funeral

I've been in 5 different jails

But one foot out, I'm in two different worlds

Industry, in the streets

Just to be at peace, Akh I gotta bring the piece

This pretty ting, I wanna know the name on her

No game on her, I just put my chain on her

Get the diamond tester out, I come ready

Glad Drass' is home **** use to be my celly

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

Get bread and we butter up the ting

Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind

I'm in my own lane, dussin to my win

My eyes thin, gushers in my slim

But ey, we still cut it up in cling

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin