Rockstar

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
 Man, I feel just like a rockstar
 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
 Switch my whip, came back in black
 I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
 Close that door, we blowin' smoke
 She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
 Act a fool on stage
 Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
 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)
 I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
 Man, I feel just like a rockstar
 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
 I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
 Feelin' like a popstar
 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!"
 They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
 And you only got six cars?"
 I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
 Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (whole 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
 I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
 Man, I feel just like a rockstar
 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