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This song is by Post Malone and features 21 Savage.

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Ay, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ay, ay, 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, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ay, ay, switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ay, close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Ay, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Ay, 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"
Ay, ay, 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, ay

Ay, ay, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ay, ay, 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, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a popstar (twenty one, twenty one, twenty one)
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got on 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?" (twenty one)

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?" (twenty one, twenty one)

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

Ay, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ay, ay, 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, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a...

Written by:

Shayaa Abraham-Joseph / Olufunmibi Awoshiley / Louis Bell / Austin Post

Annotations:

Rasta Wikipedia16 / Bon Scott Wikipedia16 / light a fire / Morrison Wikipedia16 / Montage Wikipedia16

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