Lyrics

[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