Rockstar Acoustic

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