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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programming
Tank God
Tank God
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Composer
Austin Post
Austin Post
Composer
Olufunmibi Awoshiley
Olufunmibi Awoshiley
Composer
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Composer
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Producer
Tank God
Tank God
Producer
Lorenzo Cardona
Lorenzo Cardona
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Tank God
Ay
[Chorus]
I been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar (Ay, ay)
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 "Grah-ta-ta-ta" (Pop, pop, pop)
[Verse 1]
Ay, ay switch my whip, came "Back in Black," I'm starting saying, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Close that door, we blowing smoke, she ask me, "Light a fire," like I'm Morrison
Act a fool on stage, prolly leave my fucking show in a cop car
Ay, shit was legendary, threw a TV out the window of The Montage
[PreChorus]
Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn
Dude your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Saying, "I'm with the band," ay, ay
Now she acting outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Hunnid bitches in my trailer, say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend, yeah, ay
[Chorus]
I been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar (Ay, ay)
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 "Grah-ta-ta-ta" (Pop, pop, pop)
[Verse 2]
I been in the hills fucking superstars, feeling like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drinking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool and they ain't got on no bra (Bra)
Hit her from the back, pulling on her tracks and now she screaming out, "No mas" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12-car garage and you only got six cars?" (21)
I ain't with the 'caking, how you kiss that? (Kiss that)
Your wifey say I'm looking like a whole snack (Big snack)
Green hunnids in my safe, I got old racks (Old racks)
LA bitches, always asking "Where the coke at?"
[Bridge]
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?
Living like a rockstar, I'm living like a rockstar
[Chorus]
I been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar (Ay, ay)
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a Rasta (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 "Grah-ta-ta-ta"
Written by: Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell, Olufunmibi Awoshiley, She'yaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Juan Carlos Medina, Nick Rivera Caminero, Juan Jose Quiros Rosado, Lucio Vicente Saavedra, Joseph Alexis Negron Velez
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