Homixide Gang - RCKstarB!tch lyrics

Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
It's Homixide, yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

Yeah # (What?) Chrome Heart, yeah, my jeans
Chillin' with a bad lil' ting, yeah
(yeah, oh, yeah) # rings
# so she can pop her shit on deck
Rockstar bitch, she runnin' late, yeah
(What? What?) uh
Yeah, I'm a rockstar nigga, so
I need a rockstar bitch, uh
(What?) bust down my chain
(Bust down my) bust down my
Neck and my wrist, huh

Bust down my team and my clique
(Bust down my team)
Big diamonds, my shit, yeah, the glitz
Yo diamonds ain’t hitting on shit
If it ain't shit, I get blicks
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Yeah, I'm sippin' on mud, yeah
I'm sippin' on Tris smokin' they Five
(H5) shit been coming out my piss, what?
Slide with that cutter, don't miss
(Slide with that cutter)
Back then, we ain't have shit
Ridin' in a stolo, yellow tint
Now, it's Bentley five percent
I’m switching my swag and
I’m switching my bitches
My fit costs a bag, #
I'm poppin' my tag, don't worry 'bout shit
Huh, I'm havin' the paper
Yeah, you havin' the paper
Prolly I ain't have none of that
Spendin' a K, I'm gettin' right back
Rockin' at show, it's a lot over there
We bool though, play with this shit, get #
Racks, # don't play 'bout that
Racks, I ain't talkin', go 'bout that

Yeah # (What?) chrome Heart, yeah, my jeans
Chillin' with a bad lil' ting, yeah
(yeah, oh, yeah) # rings
# so she can pop her shit on deck
Rockstar bitch, she runnin' late, yeah
(What? What?) uh
Yeah, I'm a rockstar nigga, so
I need a rockstar bitch, uh
(What?) bust down my chain
(Bust down my) bust down my
Neck and my wrist, huh

All white diamonds, yeah, ice cream
It ain't too much icin'
Niggas spill blood in the streets
I gotta keep gun on me
Let's play laser tag with these beams
Bumper crash car, it’s # (Bumper)
Stuffin' the # car with a stick
(Homixide, Homixide)
Soldier ride around with a stick
(Homixide, Homixide)
Ride around reaper, Chief Keef
Young nigga 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

Yeah # (What?) chrome Heart, yeah, my jeans
Chillin' with a bad lil' ting, yeah
(yeah, oh, yeah) # rings
# so she can pop her shit on deck
Rockstar bitch, she runnin' late, yeah
(What? What?) uh
Yeah, I'm a rockstar nigga, so
I need a rockstar bitch, uh
(What?) bust down my chain
(Bust down my) bust down my
Neck and my wrist, huh