Hahahahaha 
 Tank God 
 Ayy 
    I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies 
 Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) 
 All my brothers got that gas 
 And they always be smoking like a Rasta   
 Fucking 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, ayy, ayy)   
 Switch my whip, came back in black 
 I'm starting saying: Rest in peace to Bon Scott (Scott, ayy) 
 Close that door, we blowing smoke 
 She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison (ayy) 
 Act a fool on stage 
 Prolly' leave my fucking show in a cop car (car, ayy) 
 Shit was legendary 
 Threw a TV out the window of the Montage   
 Cocaine on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn 
 Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in 
 Saying: I'm with the band 
 Ayy, ayy   
 Now she acting 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)   
 I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies 
 Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) 
 All my brothers got that gas 
 And they always be smoking like a Rasta   
 Fucking 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 fucking superstars 
 Feeling like a popstar (21, 21, 21) 
 Dranking Henny, bad bitches jumping in the pool 
 And they ain't got on no bra (no bra) 
 Hit her from the back, pulling on her tracks 
 And now she screaming 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 caking, how you kiss that? (Kiss that?) 
 Your wifey say I'm looking like a whole snack (big snack) 
 Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks) 
 LA bitches always asking: Where the coke at? (21, 21)   
 Living 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 
 Living like a rockstar, I'm living like a rockstar (ayy)   
 I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies 
 Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ayy, ayy) 
 All my brothers got that gas 
 And they always be smoking like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)   
 Fucking 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-ta)   
 (Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star) 
 (Rockstar) 
 (Rockstar, feel just like a rock) 
 (Rockstar) 
 (Rockstar) 
 (Rockstar) 
 (Feel just like a)