RCKstarB!tch Homixide Gang

[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 shit on the daily
Rockstar bitch, she ridin' in the latest, 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)

[Verse 1: Homixide Beno!]
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, prolly your rent
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' that cash, I'm gettin' right back
Rockin' at show, it's a lot of that
We bool though, play with this shit, get put up
Racks, [?] don't play 'bout that
Racks, I ain't talkin', go 'bout that