Scarface lyrics

[Intro: Duffy]
sh*t
Ayy
sh*t
Look
Hell no, I ain't gon' change
When I hold this K, I feel like I'm Scarface, sh*t
Alright
(Mellow, I like this)
Look, sh*t

[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*gga played
Two drums, I brought a hundred out for what's his name
I want dollars, f*ck this lame sh*t, 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, sh*t get slime, if you gon' do it, do it right
Think I'm finna go and slide when it get dark outside tonight
sh*t get serious, you know we ballin' like we hoopin', right?
My entourage all got chops, and oh yeah, we all got ice
Diamonds f*ckin' up my sight, this ain't that lil' boy sh*t
We don't do the moissanites, how my sh*t hit, I know he sick
OTM, this sh*t 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, b*tch, I hustle like I'm Tony Montana, sh*t
[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*gga played
Two drums, I brought a hundred out for what's his name
I want dollars, f*ck this lame sh*t, 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*gga 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*gga, drop that C-class off to your b*tch 'cause we've been real foreigns
n*ggas 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*gga 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*gga played
Two drums, I brought a hundred out for what's his name, sh*t
n*gga

[Outro: Duffy]
Yeah