[Intro: Duffy]
Shit, ayy
Chrome hearted, hell nah, I ain't gon' change
Look, hmm
Hell nah, I ain't gon' change
When I hold this K, I feel like I'm Scarface, shit (Hombre made the beat, damnit)
Alright
That nigga played (Mellow, I like this)
Look, shit
[Chorus: Duffy]
Chrome hearted, hell nah, I ain't gon' change
When I hold this K, I feel like I'm Scarface
He got caught without his pipe, it's sad to say, that nigga played
Two drums, I brought a hundred out for what's-his-name
I want dollars, fuck this fame shit, somehow, I got it all
Had to go and up my rank without no trace, then problem solved
Shout out to my killers, they'll dribble on you with no ball
Heat check, I get in the game and show my jumper off
[Verse 1: Duffy]
It's that time, shit get slime, if you gon' do it, do it right
Think I'm finna go and slide when it get dark outside tonight
Shit get serious, you know we ballin' like we hoopin', right?
My entourage all got chops and, oh yeah, we all got ice
Diamonds fuckin' up my sight, this ain't that lil' boy shit
We don't do the moissanites, how my shit hit, I know he sick
OTM, this shit for life, ayy, look, our muscle just got bigger
And we don't believe the hype, we do our thing, so we ain't trippin'
Splash or drippin', I ain't slippin', blick on me, what we doin'?
Got Shaneyney, new extensions, come and say hello to it
Big money, all the hate be makin' perfect sense to me
Just threw your rent, bitch, I hustle like I'm Tony Montana, shit
[Chorus: Duffy]
Chrome hearted, hell nah, I ain't gon' change
When I hold this K, I feel like I'm Scarface
He got caught without his pipe, it's sad to say, that nigga played
Two drums, I brought a hundred out for what's-his-name
I want dollars, fuck this fame shit, somehow, I got it all
Had to go and up my rank without no trace, then problem solved
Shout out to my killers, they'll dribble on you with no ball
Heat check, I get in the game and show my jumper off
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Hundred bricks, I could hear the pint talkin', Al Pacino
Princess cuts on my wrist, you would've swore I went emo
Just let a nigga play, we saved a hundred shots for Deebo
I paid a pretty penny, so of course I let my wrist show
Designer shooters holdin' designer guns, paid in Bitcoin
Nigga, drop that C-class off to your bitch 'cause we with real foreigns
Niggas choose to hate 'cause they ain't got the funds to beef with me
P could hold a grudge, but I am not the one for peace treaties
You in need of a new shooter, I can tell that nigga jumper wack
Foreigns in the lot, kamikaze doors, a hundred straps
Flexin' with the scoreboard in my hand, no, we can't run it back
Three hundred somethin' thousand in the duffel, do a somersault (For real)
And my neck weigh a kilo
If you ain't get it out the mud with the Mussle, it ain't no seat for you
I just put a beam on the fin, too much recoil
Tryna swing the Drac' with one hand, you need big muscles
[Chorus: Duffy]
Chrome hearted, hell nah, I ain't gon' change
When I hold this K, I feel like I'm Scarface
He got caught without his pipe, it's sad to say, that nigga played
Two drums, I brought a hundred out for what's-his-name, shit
[Outro: Duffy]
Nigga
What the fuck goin' on? Yeah