ROCKSTAR
Post Malone ft 21 Savage Lyrics
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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
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-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" (ayy)
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (ayy)
Act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop 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"
Ayy, ayy, 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, ayy (ayy, 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
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a pop star (21, 21, 21)
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
And now she screamin' out, "No más" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
And you only got six cars?" (21)
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (Kiss that?)
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 (21, 21)
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (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 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man, them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta)
Star, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, star
Rockstar, rockstar
Feel just like a
Rockstar
Star
Rockstar
Feel just like a
The lyrics to Post Malone's song "Rockstar" describe the luxurious and reckless lifestyle of a famous musician. With lines about "fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies," and "cocaine on the table," he portrays himself as someone who indulges in all kinds of vices without any regard for consequences. He also talks about his wild antics on stage, and how it results in his audience members getting arrested. The Cadillac he drives is switched out for a black car as a tribute to Bon Scott of AC/DC who died in a black car, and he makes reference to iconic rock star Jim Morrison, by painting himself as a legend who can't be tamed, with a girlfriend who's a groupie that's just trying to get with him, and numerous women at his trailer.
Line by Line Meaning
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
I have been engaging in sexual activities with women and taking recreational drugs
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy)
As a result, I feel invincible and on top of the world like a famous rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
All of my friends possess marijuana
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Additionally, they love smoking marijuana like a Rastafarian
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
If anyone tries to mess with me, I will call my friends who have guns, specifically an Uzi submachine gun
And show up, man, them the shottas
My friends who come with the Uzi are known as 'shottas', a Jamaican term which refers to gangsters
When my homies pull up on your block
If my friends spot you in your neighborhood
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)
They will start shooting their guns, making the sound 'grrra-ta-ta-ta' while doing so
Switch my whip, came back in black
I changed my car to a black one
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (ayy)
I pay tribute to the late singer Bon Scott, of the band AC/DC
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
I request that the door be shut to hide the smoke we are blowing from smoking marijuana
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (ayy)
A woman asks me to start a fire, likening me to Jim Morrison, the lead singer of The Doors known for his on-stage theatrics and pyrotechnics
Act a fool on stage
While performing on stage, I often behave foolishly and recklessly
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (ayy)
My actions on stage are so wild that I could possibly leave my show in the back of a police car
Shit was legendary
My performance was so unforgettable and impressive
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
I threw a television set out of the window of the Montage Beverly Hills hotel
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
I am partying with cocaine on the table and alcohol flowing freely, and I am indifferent to the reckless behavior
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Your girlfriend is only interested in being with me because of my fame
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
She claims to be with my band to make herself appear as part of my inner circle
Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket
Now she is acting inappropriately and out of line
Tryna grab up on my pants
She is trying to touch me inappropriately
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
I have numerous women in my trailer who claim to be single
And they all brought a friend
All of these women have brought their friends with them
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
I have had sexual relations with celebrities while in Beverly Hills
Feelin' like a pop star (21, 21, 21)
As a result, I feel like a major celebrity, referencing rapper 21 Savage
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
I am drinking Hennessy while women are jumping into the pool unclothed
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
The women jumping into the pool are not wearing bras
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
I engage in sexual intercourse with a woman from behind and pull on her hair extensions
And now she screamin' out, "No más" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The woman is screaming out the Spanish words for 'no more'
They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garage
People are curious as to why I have a twelve-car garage
And you only got six cars?" (21)
However, I feel that just because I only have six cars parked in my garage, it does not mean that I am not successful
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (Kiss that?)
I am not with the idea of trying to impress others, asking why someone would even do that
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)
Someone's significant other is telling them that I look very attractive
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
I have many hundred dollar bills saved in my safe, some of which are old and worn
L.A. bitches always askin' where the coke at (21, 21)
Women in Los Angeles always ask where the cocaine is
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
I am living like a successful rockstar and could potentially create a scene by destroying a police car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
Completely opposite from myself, you are not tough or intimidating
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
I have achieved a high level of success as evidenced by ranking on music charts, and I reflect on my past when I used to sell drugs to make a living
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)
I am currently living like a famous rockstar, and I am proud of it
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Austin Richard Post, Louis Russell Bell, Olufunmibi Awoshiley, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Carl Austin Rosen, Jo-Vaughn Virginie
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