Cocoa Butter

作曲：GX,Aaronorage,Soldado

作词：Nines,J Styles,Rimzee

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 retirin', it's way too early for that

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (ayy)

Get bread and we butter up the ting (let's go)

Starin' in the rear view, dust up in the wind

I'm in my own lane, dustin' to my win (let's go, let's go)

My eyes thin, Gushers in my Slim

But, ayy, we still cut it up and cling

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (ayy)

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

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

But I married to the game, **, I'm Mafioso, uh

Remember when I had to set it in Prada garms

Big 4-Fizzy, lettin' off car alarms

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

I was hidin' bare bricks in them Bear Brick toys

A little ** to get my day started

I only made it out of 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 whippin' bricks

Them man were suckin' **, I was hittin' 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 ** I need muscles for?

It's Nines

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (ayy)

Get bread and we butter up the ting (let's go)

Starin' in the rear view, dust up in the wind

I'm in my own lane, dustin' to my win (let's go, let's go)

My eyes thin, Gushers in my Slim

But, ayy, we still cut it up and cling

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (ayy)

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin

Yo, uh, yo

Eight gear one-seventy, that cars off

This .32 pistol make your heart stop

Them ** ain't bangin', take that mask off (take it off)

Me and Nines we should've been in Narcos

Pushin' class A not no Benz (no)

Still coppin' skengs but my minds on them M's (millions)

These ** 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

Got 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 Jazz is home, ** used to be my celly (Mashallah)

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (ayy)

Get bread and we butter up the ting (let's go)

Starin' in the rear view, dust up in the wind

I'm in my own lane, dustin' to my win (let's go, let's go)

My eyes thin, Gushers in my Slim

But, ayy, we still cut it up and cling

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin (ayy)

Move cocoa like the butter on my skin