Rockstar - Post Malone ft 21 Savage (lyrics) Thank God Ay I\u0027ve been fuckin\u0027 hos and poppin\u0027 pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar (ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin\u0027 like a Rasta (mm) Fuckin\u0027 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 grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow), ay, ay Switch my whip, came back in black, I\u0027m startin\u0027 sayin\u0027, \u0022Rest in peace to Bon Scott, \u0022 ay Close that door, we blowin\u0027 smoke, she ask me light a fire like I\u0027m Morrison, ay Act a fool on stage, prolly leave my fuckin\u0027 show in a cop car, ay Shit was legendary, threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin\u0027 Don\u0027t give a damn, dude, your girlfriend is a groupie She just tryna get in Sayin\u0027, \u0022I\u0027m with the band\u0022, ay, ay Now she actin\u0027 outta pocket Tryna grab up on my pants, hundred bitches in my trailer Say they ain\u0027t got a man And they all brought a friend, yeah, ay (ay, ay) I\u0027ve been fuckin\u0027 hos and poppin\u0027 pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar (ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas, and they always be smokin\u0027 like a Rasta (mm) Fuckin\u0027 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 grrah-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow) I\u0027ve been in the Hills fuckin\u0027 superstars feelin\u0027 like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Drankin\u0027 Henny, bad bitches jumpin\u0027 in the pool and they ain\u0027t got on no bra (bra) Hit her from the back, pullin\u0027 on her tracks and now she screamin\u0027 out, \u0022No m\u00e1s!\u0022 (yeah, yeah, yeah) They like, \u0022Savage, why you got a 12 car garage and you only got six cars?\u0022 (21) I ain\u0027t with the cakin\u0027, how you kiss that? (Kiss that) Your wifey say I\u0027m lookin\u0027 like a whole snack (bitch) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) L.A. bitches always askin\u0027, \u0022Where the coke at?\u0022 (21, 21) Livin\u0027 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, \u0027member I used to trap hard? Livin\u0027 like a rockstar, I\u0027m livin\u0027 like a rockstar (ay) I\u0027ve been fuckin\u0027 hos and poppin\u0027 pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar (ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas, and they always be smokin\u0027 like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin\u0027 with me, call up on a Uzi, and show up, man, them the shottas (uh) When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go grrah-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrah-ta-ta-ta-ta) \u0027Star, \u0027star Rockstar Rockstar, \u0027star (rockstar) Rockstar, feel just like a- Rockstar (rockstar) Rockstar, yeah (feel just like a-)