[Intro: Post Malone] Hahahahaha Tank God Ayy, ayy [Chorus: Post Malone] I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy) [Verse 1: Post Malone] Switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', Rest in peace to Bon Scott (ayy) Close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (ayy) Act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (ayy) Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Sayin', I'm with the band (ayy, ayy) Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Post Malone] I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow) [Verse 2: 21 Savage] I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool And they ain't got on no bra (no bra) Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks And now she screamin' out, no más (yeah, yeah, yeah) They like Savage, why you got a twelve car garage And you only got six cars? (21) I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?) Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) L.A. bitches always askin', Where the coke at? (21, 21) Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (ayy) [Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage] I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta) [Outro: Post Malone] Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star Rockstar Rockstar, feel just like a rock... Rockstar Rockstar Rockstar Feel just like a... 248 Embed MORE ON GENIUS
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