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 niggas 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 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, 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 nigga 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