Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies,
Man, I feel just like a rockstar.
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, man, them the shottas.
When my homies pull up on your block,
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta!
Ayy, ayy, 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.
It’s 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, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies,
Man, I feel just like a rockstar.
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, man, them the shottas.
When my homies pull up on your block,
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta!
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin superstars, feelin like a popstar.
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!»
They like, «Savage, why you got a 12 car garage and you only got 6 cars?»
I ain’t with the cakin, how you kiss that?
Your wifey say I’m lookin like a whole snack,
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks,
L.A. bitches always askin, «Where the coke at?»
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, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies,
Man, I feel just like a rockstar.
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, man, them the shottas.
When my homies pull up on your block,
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta!
[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star,
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar,
Rockstar,
Rockstar,
