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