Rockstar Lyrics – Post Malone ft. 21 Savage

[Intro: Post Malone]
Hahahahaha
Tank God
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f**king hoes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta ('Sta)
F**king 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)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Switch my whip, came back in black
I'm starting saying, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (Scott, ayy)
Close that door, we blowing smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison ('Son, ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my f**king show in a cop car (Car, ayy)
Sh!t was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Saying, "I'm with the band" (Ayy, ayy)
Now she acting outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred b!tches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f**king hoes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta ('Sta)
F**king 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)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I've been in the Hills f**king superstars
Feeling like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Dranking Henny, bad b!tches jumping in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra (Bra)
Hit her from the back, pulling on her tracks
And now she screaming 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 caking, how you kiss that? (Kiss that?)
Your wifey say I'm looking like a whole snack (Big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (Old racks)
L.A. b!tches always asking, "Where the coke at?" (21, 21)
Living 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
Living like a rockstar, I'm living like a rockstar (Ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
I've been f**king hoes and popping pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
('Sta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
F**king 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)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a–
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a...