Cocoa Butter

[Intro] I'm sad, I can't talk about it, it makes me emotional Like, I'm gonna actually cry My bro can't retire man, the streets needs my guy man He can't be retiring, it's way too early for that [Chorus: J Styles] Move cocoa like the butter on my skin Get bread and we butter up the ting (Let's go) Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind I'm in my own lane, dustin' to my win (Let's go) My eyes thin, Gushers in my slim But ay, we still cut it up in cling Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (Ey) Move cocoa like the butter on my skin [Verse 1: Nines] 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 four-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 of the hood cause I was bravehearted I found out she was a ho, 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 them 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? [Chorus: J Styles] Move cocoa like the butter on my skin Get bread and we butter up the ting (Let's go) Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind I'm in my own lane, dustin' to my win (Let's go) My eyes thin, Gushers in my slim But ay, we still cut it up in cling Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (Ey) Move cocoa like the butter on my skin [Verse 2: Rimzee] Uh, yo, uh, yo Eighth gear, one-seventy, that car's off This thirty-two pistol make your heart stop Them niggas ain't banging, take that mask off Me and Nines, we shoulda been in Narcos Pushing class A, not no Benz (No) Still coppin' skengs but my minds on them M's These niggas wanna go to war, that's usual But they got no money for no funeral (Ha-ha-ha) I've been in five different jails But one foot out, I'm in two different worlds (I am) Industry and the streets Just to be at peace akh, I gotta bring the piece (Wallahi) This pretty ting, I wanna know the name on her No game on her, I just put my chain on her (Try it on) Get the diamond tester out, I come ready Glad Drass is home, nigga used to be my celly (Mashallah) [Chorus: J Styles] Move cocoa like the butter on my skin Get bread and we butter up the ting (Let's go) Staring in the rear view, dust up in the wind I'm in my own lane, dustin' to my win (Let's go) My eyes thin, Gushers in my slim But ay, we still cut it up in cling Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (Ey) Move cocoa like the butter on my skin