Rock Star

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies. Man, I feel just like a rockstar. All my brothers got that gas and they always Be smokin' like a Rasta. Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi and Show up, name them the shottas. When my homies pull up on your block, they Make that thing go grata-ta-ta. Ay, ay, switch my whip, came back in black. I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott." Ay, close that door, we blowin' smoke. She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison. Ay, Act a fool on stage, probably leave my fuckin' Show in a cop car. Ay, shit was legendary. Through her TV, out the window of the Montage. Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a Damn. Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, just tryna Get in. Sayin', "I'm with the band." Ay, ay, 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. Yeah, ay. I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies. Man, I feel just like a rockstar. All my brothers got that gas and they always Be smokin' like a Rasta. Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi and Show up, name them the shottas. When my homies pull up on your block, they Make that thing go grata-ta-ta. Rockstar. Rockstar. Just like a. Rockstar. Rockstar. Just like a.