rockstar (feat. 21 Savage)

Tank God
 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 (mm)
 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 grah-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," 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
 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 (ayy, ayy)
 All my brothers got that gas
 And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (mm)
 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 grah-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 (bitch)
 Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
 L.A. 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 (ayy, ayy)
 All my brothers got that gas
 And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Fuckin' 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 grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, grah-ta-ta-ta-ta)
 'Star, 'star
 Rockstar
 Rockstar (rockstar)
 Rockstar, feel just like a-
 Rockstar (rockstar)
 Rockstar, yeah (feel just like a-)
 
 Tank God
 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 (mm)
 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 grah-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," 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
 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 (ayy, ayy)
 All my brothers got that gas
 And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (mm)
 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 grah-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 (bitch)
 Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
 L.A. 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 (ayy, ayy)
 All my brothers got that gas
 And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Fuckin' 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 grah-ta-ta-ta (ta, grah-ta-ta-ta-ta)
 'Star, 'star
 Rockstar
 Rockstar (rockstar)
 Rockstar, feel just like a-
 Rockstar (rockstar)
 Rockstar, yeah (feel just like a-)