[Intro: Duffy]
Shit
Ayy
Shit
Look
Hell no, I ain't gon' change
When I hold this K, I feel like I'm Scarface, shit
Alright
(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 n***a played
Two drums, I brought a hundred out for what's his name
I want dollars, fuck this lame shit, somehow I got it all
Had to go and up my rank without no trace, then problem solved
Shoutout 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 drippin', I ain't slippin', blick on me, what we doin'?
Got Shaneyney, new extensions, come say hello to it
Big money, all the hate be makin' perfect sense to us
Do 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 n***a played
Two drums, I brought a hundred out for what's his name
I want dollars, fuck this lame shit, somehow I got it all
Had to go and up my rank without no trace, then problem solved
Shoutout 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 n***a play, we saved a hundred shots for Deebo
I payed a pretty penny, so of course I let my wrist show
Designer shooters holdin' designers, paid in Bitcoin
N***a, drop that C-class off to your bitch 'cause we've been real foreigns
N***as choose to hate 'cause they ain't got the funds to beef with me
P could hold a grudge, I am not the one for peace treaties
You in need of a new shooter, I can tell that n***a jumper wack
Foreigns in the lot, kamikazi 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 n***a played
Two drums, I brought a hundred out for what's his name, shit
N***a

[Outro: Duffy]
Yeah