Rockstar chords by Post Malone

Intro:
Cm
Hahahahaha
Gm
Tank God Beats

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

Verse 1: Post Malone:
Gm
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
Gm                                       Bb
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Eb
Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Gm
Ayy, act a fool on stage
                                  Bb
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Eb
Ayy, shit was 🏷Legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Gm
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
                                             Bb         Eb
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin', "I'm with the band"
         Gm
Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
                                                   Eb
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

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

Verse 2: 21 Savage:
Gm                 Bb
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
                 A
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Eb
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
Gm
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
                               Bb
And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Eb
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
    A
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
Gm
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Gm                                   Bb
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)
Eb
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
Eb
L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"
Gm
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
                                             C
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
Eb
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard
               Bb             C
Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

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

Outro: Post Malone:
Gm
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Gm
Rockstar
Eb
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Gm
Rockstar
Gm
Rockstar
Gm
Rockstar
Gm