Post Malone Feat 21Savage - Rockstar | With Chord Guitar
Intro
Dm Am
Dm
Hahahahaha
Am
Tank God Beats
Chorus:
Am
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
F
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Am
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Am
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
C
And show up, man them the shottas
Am
C F
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
Verse 1
Am
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
Am C
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
F
Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Am
Ayy, act a fool on stage
C
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
F
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Am
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
C F
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
Am
Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
F
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy
Chorus :
Am
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
F
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Am
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Am
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
C
And show up, man them the shottas
Am
C F
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
Verse 2 :
Am C
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
B
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
F
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
Am
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
C
And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
F
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
B
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
Am
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Am C
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)
F
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
F
L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"
Am
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
D
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
F
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
C D
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar
Chorus :
Am
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
F
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
Am
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Am
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
C
And show up, man them the shottas
Am
C F
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
Outro :
Am
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Am
Rockstar
F
Rockstar, feel just like a rock
Am
Rockstar
Am
Rockstar
Am
Rockstar
Am
Feel just like a
