Rockstar Chords & Lyrics Artist: 21 Savage, Post Malone

Capo: 3rd fret

INTRO
Am    Em
 
VERSE
Em
   Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                               C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
                                       Em
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
                               C
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
                                    Em
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
 
Em
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
                                              C
I'm startin' saying, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke
                                       Em
She ask me light a fire like I'm on some
Ayy, act a fool on stage
                                      C
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
                                       Em
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
 
PRE CHORUS
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
                                                       C
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
          Em
Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up from my pants
                                                   C
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend - Yeah, ayy
 
CHORUS
Em
   Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                               C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
                                       Em
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
                               C
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
                                    Em
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
 
[21 Savage-VERSE]
 
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
                   C
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
                          Em
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
                              C
And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
                    Em
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
                                             C
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. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"
Em
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
C
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
                                               Em
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar
 
CHORUS
Em
   Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
                               C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
                                       Em
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
                               C
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
                                    Em
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
 
OUTRO
Em   C   Em   C