🎵 Rockstar (Dylan Matthew Remix) // by Dylan Matthew

5 ContributorsRockstar (Dylan Matthew Remix) Lyrics [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