Rock Star (A Cappella) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cross on my neck and a bible in my Fendi
Ice cream pus*y, stripper shoes in a Bentley
Two small titties and a baseball bat
Yeah, I'm tryna find out where the b*tch stays at
Tryna smoke me out? b*tch, think again
I don't really like smoking on seeds and stems
They send the money then I send the stems
I ain't sending you sh*t, b*tch, no offense
But I heard your song and I should've mixed that
Every rhyme, every line you spit, it's been snatched
Every time that you tried to drop, it's been wack
Every time that I drop, they like, "She did that"
Suck di*k then do it again, just might come through with a friend
He keeps begging me to eat me out, I said, "You gotta take my tampon out with your mouth"

[Verse 2]
I want a bump right now
I'm Ayesha and, b*tch, I get down
I'm so fly and coked the f*ck up
I'm so nasty, getting poked up
I'm that freaky dirty loca
Nips all pokin' through the low-cut
Fly through, zoomin' in the low-cuts
Keep my Fendi wallet robust-bust
pus*y puffed up like a bee sting
Yes, I go to church in my G-string
Father, can you bless this crack pipe?
Never really learned how to act right
And you can hold the beef
'Cause, b*tch, I'm too busy tryna roll the kief
And, b*tch, you're too busy tryna roll with me
Just sit back, relax, go stroll the beach, uh