Rockstar chords by Post Malone Feat 21 Savage

INTRO:
Gm
Hahahahaha
Gm
Tank God
Gm
Ayy, ayy

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

VERSE:
Gm
Switch my whip, came back in black
Gm
I'm startin' sayin',
Gm
"Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (ayy)
Gm
Close that door, we blowin' smoke
Gm
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (ayy)
Gm
Act a fool on stage
Gm
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (ayy)
Gm
Shit was 🏷Legendary
Gm
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Gm
Cocaine on the table,
Gm
Liquor pourin', don't give a damn
Gm
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie,
Gm
She just tryna get in
Gm
Sayin', "I'm with the band" (ayy, ayy)
Gm
Now she actin' outta pocket,
Gm
Tryna grab up on my pants
Gm
Hundred bitches in my trailer
Gm
Say they ain't got a man
Gm
And they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)

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

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

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

OUTRO:
Gm
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Gm
Rockstar
Gm
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Gm
Rockstar
Gm
Rockstar
Gm
Rockstar
Gm
Feel just like a...