Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ilkay Sencan
Ilkay Sencan
Performer
Dynoro
Dynoro
Performer
Joel Gustafsson Schönborg
Joel Gustafsson Schönborg
Vocals
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
Ilkay Sencan
Ilkay Sencan
Producer
Dynoro
Dynoro
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I been 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, "Grah-ta-ta-ta"
[Verse 2]
(Ok)
[Verse 3]
I been fucking hoes and popping pillies, man, I feel just like a rockstar
[Verse 4]
I been 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, "Grah-ta-ta-ta"
[Verse 5]
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
Shit was legendary, threw a TV out the window of The Montage
[Verse 6]
Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give 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 from her pants
Hunnid bitches in my trailer, say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend, ay, ay
[Verse 7]
I been 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, "Grah-ta-ta-ta"
[Verse 8]
I been in the hills fucking superstars, feeling like a popstar
Drinking Henny, bad bitches, jumping in the pool and they ain't got on no bra
Hit her from the back, pulling on her tracks, now she screaming out, "No mas"
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12-car garage and you only got six cars?"
I ain't with the 'caking, how you kiss that?
Your wifey say I'm looking like a whole snack
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks
LA bitches always asking, "Where the coke at?"
[Verse 9]
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 used trap hard?
Living like a rockstar, I'm living like a rockstar
[Verse 10]
Ok
[Verse 11]
I been 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, "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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