Post Malone, 21 Savage - rockstar lyrics

Ha ha hahaha tank God
Ayy, ayy

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
('Sta) fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra ta ta ta
(Ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

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

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
('Sta) fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra ta ta ta
(Ta, pow, pow, pow)

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 (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 12 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) lA 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)

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
('Sta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra ta ta ta
(Ta, grrra ta ta ta ta)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar rockstar, feel just like a–
Rockstar rockstar
Rockstar feel just like a