RCKstarB!tch lyrics

[Intro: Homixide Beno!]
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
It's Homixide
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Yeah, (What?)
Yeah, my heart a machine
Chrome Heart, yeah, my jeans
Chillin' with a bad lil' ting (Yeah)
(Yeah, oh, yeah) chrome heart yeah her rings
[?] so she can pop her sh*t on the daily
Rockstar b*tch, she ridin' in the latest, yeah (What? What?), uh
Yeah, I'm a rockstar n*gga, so, I need a rockstar b*tch, uh (What?)
Bust down my chain (Bust down my—), bust down my neck and my wrist (Huh)

[Verse 1: Homixide Beno!]
Bust down my team and my clique (Bust down my team)
Big diamonds, my sh*t, yeah, the glitz
Yo diamonds ain’t hitting on sh*t
If it ain't sh*t, I get blicks (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Yeah, I'm sippin' on mud, yeah, I'm sippin' on Tris
Smokin' they Five, (H5) sh*t been coming out my p*ss (What?)
Slide with that cutter, don't miss (Slide with that cutter)
Back then, we ain't have sh*t
Ridin' in a stolo, yellow tint
Now, it's Bentley five percent
I’m switching my swag and i’m switching my b*tches
My fit costs a bag, prolly your rent
I'm poppin' my tag, don't worry 'bout sh*t
Huh, I'm havin' the paper
Yeah, you havin' the paper, prolly I ain't have none of that
Spendin' that cash, I'm gettin' right back
Rockin' at show, it's a lot of that
We bool though, play with this sh*t, get put up
Racks, [?] don't play 'bout that
Racks, I ain't talkin', go 'bout that
[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Yeah, (What?)
Yeah, my heart a machine
Chrome Heart, yeah, my jeans
Chillin' with a bad lil' ting (Yeah)
(Yeah, oh, yeah) chrome heart yeah her rings
[?] so she can pop her sh*t on the daily
Rockstar b*tch, she ridin' in the latest, yeah (What? What?), uh
Yeah, I'm a rockstar n*gga, so, I need a rockstar b*tch, uh (What?)
Bust down my chain (Bust down my—), bust down my neck and my wrist (Huh)

[Verse 2: Homixide Meechie]
All white diamonds, yeah, ice cream
It ain't too much icin'
n*ggas spill blood in the streets, I gotta keep gun on me
Let's play laser tag with these beams
Bumper crash car, it’s it (Bumper)
Stuffin' the 50 brown with the 50s (Homixide, Homixide)
Soldier ride around with a stick (Homixide, Homixide)
Ride around reaper, He-he
Young n*gga retard he-he
Had to go get dawgs out the fence
Havin' the [?], at [?]
Is he a millionarie, yeah, yeah
Choppas syringe, huh, yeah, yeah
Four machines, now yeah, yeah
I'm overseas now, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Homixide Beno!]
Yeah, (What?)
Yeah, my heart a machine
Chrome Heart, yeah, my jeans
Chillin' with a bad lil' ting (Yeah)
(Yeah, oh, yeah) chrome heart yeah her rings
[?] so she can pop her sh*t on the daily
Rockstar b*tch, she ridin' in the latest, yeah (What? What?), uh
Yeah, I'm a rockstar n*gga, so, I need a rockstar b*tch, uh (What?)
Bust down my chain (Bust down my—), bust down my neck and my wrist (Huh)