Post Malone - 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