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