Rockstar Teclado

	  
Intro 
Cm 
Hahahahaha 
Gm 
Tank God Beats 

 
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 
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 

 
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 
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 


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