Rockstar (Dylan Matthew Remix)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (ah)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (yeah)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Switching whips, I pull up in the Mercedes
Or the Lambo or the Mazda (ayy)
I cannot contain the lyrical abilities
Of going so hard (ayy)
Got a couple people telling me that they thinkin'
That I'ma go far (I'ma go far)
All I want is supermodels in the back of
6 or 7 black cars, cocaine on the table
Liquor pourin' don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie she's just tryna' get in
Sayin': "I'm with the band" (ayy, ayy)
Now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up from my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend (ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (ayy)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (ayy)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Pull up at the mall and they surround us
Man I'm feeling like a popstar (ayy)
If I want your girl, all I gotta do is just
Pull up with my guitar (ooh)
Talking shit but you don't even know me
That shit is really bizarre (ayy, ayy)
Didn't even know you dropped this on me
'Cause your shit ain't on my radar
Okay, what time is it now, 4:30 in
The morning but the music's still loud
Driving 90 down the freeway
The windows are down
You could claim that you're the king
But shit, I still wear the crown
And I can tell you're a lazy ass artist
From your words
Everybody wanna be famous
But don't put in the work
I been practicing all night, all day
Found a girl I can call my babe
Money's up man, I'm getting paid
Girlies in my DM's
Like heyyy, (haha), oh yeah

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy)
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (ayy, ayy)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, name them the shottas (ayy, ayy)
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta