"Cocoa Butter" lyrics
(feat. J Styles & Rimzee)
I'm sad. I can't talk about 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
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread, and we butter up the thing
Staring in the rear view. Dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane dusting 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
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 thing
Staring in the rear view. Dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane dusting 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. 1-70. That car's off
This .32 pistol make your heart stop
Them niggas ain't banging. Take that mask off
Me and Nines. We should've been in narcos
Pushing class "A". Not. No Benz
Still copping skengz, but my mind's on them "M"s
These niggas 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 and the streets
Just to be at peace akh. I gotta bring the piece
This pretty thing. 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. Nigga used to be my celly
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread, and we butter up the thing
Staring in the rear view. Dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane dusting 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
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
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread, and we butter up the thing
Staring in the rear view. Dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane dusting 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
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 thing
Staring in the rear view. Dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane dusting 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. 1-70. That car's off
This .32 pistol make your heart stop
Them niggas ain't banging. Take that mask off
Me and Nines. We should've been in narcos
Pushing class "A". Not. No Benz
Still copping skengz, but my mind's on them "M"s
These niggas 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 and the streets
Just to be at peace akh. I gotta bring the piece
This pretty thing. 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. Nigga used to be my celly
Move cocoa like the butter on my skin
Get bread, and we butter up the thing
Staring in the rear view. Dust up in the wind
I'm in my own lane dusting 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
