rockstar (English Remix) (feat. T-Pain & Joey Bada$$)

[Post Malone]

Ayy, ayyy

Hahaha

Thank God

Ayy, ayy

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)

When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go

Grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)

Switch my whip, came back in black

I'm startin' sayin', rest in peace to Bon Scott (Scott, ayy)

Close that door, we blowin' smoke

She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (-son, ayy)

Act a fool on stage

Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (car, ayy)

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

Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants

Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man

And they all brought a friend

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)

When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go

Grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)

[T-Pain]

Oh shit, hey

I just did like twenty shots and now I'm standin' on top of a cop car

Hey, she been givin' me head for twenty minutes, man, this bitch gotta have lockjaw

Ain't no retirin', bitch I'm firin' out the car, let the Glock off

Hey, and it's a job, take the car to the karate shop and chop that bitch like water

Man, my shit been going back-to-back, grrra-ta-ta-ta, just like a choppa

Police pull up behind me, ain't no time to go and hide it, throw the rock far

Valuable, for twenty minutes, oh man, my shit is 'bout as swole as a gold bond

I got plenty more, prolly fifty more, but this is what we did so far-ar-ar

[Post Malone, T-Pain & Joey Bada$$]

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy, woo)

All my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta, yeah, hey)

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas, badman)

When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go

Grrra-ta-ta-ta (yeah, ta, pow, pow, pow)

[Joey Bada$$]

This that Amethyst Rockstar-life, might not make it

Drop gems 'til I shine bright, just be patient

Two girls in my hotel bathroom naked

That's the type of thrill that I like, don't waste it

My cup filled with no chaser, I'm wasted

Mixin' weed with the Henny, got me cross-faded

Like, sorry, no interviews, y'all caught in the Matrix

Checkin' for statements, life is what you make it

I'm never on vacation 'cause there's no days off

All the hard work, dedication, know it all pays off

I been gettin' no sleep, I been workin' graveyard shifts

I'm a Braveheart, shit, they call me the Sergeant

The general, my squadron, the Pro Era army

Droppin' bombs, this is just the calm before the storm, see

They can never harm me, my brother catch a homi

T-Pain, Post Malone, Joey Bad, this is godly

[Post Malone]

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)

All my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (-sta)

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man, name them the shottas (-tas)

When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go

Grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)