Cocoa Butter

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, bitch, 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 weed 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' pussy, 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 f*ck 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 niggas 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 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 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, nigga 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