Rockstar
Post Malone feat. 21 Savage

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 
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 grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow) 
 
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars 
Feelin' like a pop star (21, 21, 21) 
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool 
And they ain't got on no 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 6 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) 
L.A. bitches always askin' where the coke at 
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 
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 grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow) 
 
Rockstar 
Rockstar, feel just like a rock 
Rockstar 
Star 
Rockstar 
Feel just like a


Written by Austin Post, Louis Bell, Olufunmibi Awoshiley, Shayaa Joseph, Carl Austin Rosen, Jo-Vaughn Virginie • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management Inc
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 
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 grrra-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 from my pants 
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man 
And they all brought a friend 
Yeah, ayy