Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Shannon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Composer
Austin Post
Composer
Olufunmibi Awoshiley
Composer
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Composer
Carl Rosen
Composer
Lyrics
I be fucking hoes and popping pillies
Man I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Fucking 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 gra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
Switch my whip, came back in black
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Close the door we blowin' smoke
She ask me light her 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" (hey, hey)
Now she actin' outta pocket tryna grab up on my pants
Hunnid bitches in my trailer sayin' they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend, yeah, ay
I be fucking hoes and popping pillies
Man I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Fucking 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 gra-ta-ta-ta
I 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
An' 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?
Your wifey say I'm looking like a whole snack
Green hundreds in my safe, I got 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
Livin' like a rockstar
I be fucking hoes and popping pillies
Man I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Fucking 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 gra-ta-ta-ta
Rockstar
Rockstar
Star
Rockstar
Just like a
Rockstar
You just like a
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Jo Vaughn Virginie, Olufunmibi Awoshiley
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