[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 smokin' 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' sayin', "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 smokin' 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] 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 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?" 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 smokin' 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