Post Malone - Rockstar

^Em Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rocksta^Cr Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta^Em Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shott^Cas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-t^Ema (pow, pow, pow)

^EmAyy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Sco^Ctt" Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm on som^Eme Ayy, act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop ^Ccar Ayy, shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montag^Eme

Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get ^Cin Sayin', "I'm with the band" Ayy, ayy, ^Emnow she actin' outta pocket Tryna grab up from my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a ^Cman And they all brought a friend - Yeah, ayy

^Em Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rocksta^Cr Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta^Em Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shott^Cas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-t^Ema (pow, pow, pow)

Feelin' like a pops^Ctar (21, 21, 21) Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool And they ain't got on no b^Emra (bra) Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks And now she screamin' out, "No^C mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah) They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage And you only got 6 c^Emars?" (21) I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?) Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack^C (big snack) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?" ^EmLivin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car ^CSweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard ^GLivin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rocks^Emtar

^Em Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rocksta^Cr Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta^Em Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shott^Cas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-t^Ema (pow, pow, pow)