Tom: Am
Am
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
F
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
F
All my brothers got that gas
Am
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Am
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
F
And show up, now them the shottas
F
When my homies pull up on your block
Am
They make that thing go rrra-ta-tap-ta
[Verse 1]
Am
Switch my whip, came back in black
G F
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
F
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
Am
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Am
Act a fool on stage
G F
I prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
F
Shit was legendary
Am
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Am
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
G F
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
G Am
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
Am
Now she actin' outta pocket
Am
Tryna grab up from my pants
G F
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
G Am
And they all brought a friend
[Chorus]
Am
Oh, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
G F
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
F
All my brothers got that gas
G Am
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Am
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
G F
And show up, now them the shottas
F
When my homies pull up on your block
G Am
They make that thing go rrra-ta-tap-ta
[Verse 2]
Am
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
G F
Feelin' like a pop star
F
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
Am
And they ain't got on no bra
Am
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
G F
And now she screamin' out, "no more"
F
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
Am
When you only got 6 cars?"
Am
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that?
G F
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack
F
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks
Am
L.A. bitches always askin' where the coke at
G Am
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
G F
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
F
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
F Am
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar
[Chorus]
Am
Oh, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
G F
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
F
Oh all my brothers got that gas
G Am
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Am
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
G F
And show up, now with them shottas
F
When my homies pull up on your block
Am
They make that thing go rrra-ta-tap-ta
