HahahahahaTank GodAyy, ayy
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pilliesMan, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)All my brothers got that gasAnd they always be smokin' like a RastaFuckin' with me, call up on a UziAnd show up, man, them the shottasWhen my homies pull up on your blockThey make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow, ayy, ayy)
Switch my whip, came back in blackI'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (Scott, ayy)Close that door, we blowin' smokeShe ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison ('son, ayy)Act a fool on stageProlly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (car, ayy)Shit was legendaryThrew a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damnDude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get inSayin', "I'm with the band" (ayy, ayy)Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pantsHundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a manAnd they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pilliesMan, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)All my brothers got that gasAnd they always be smokin' like a RastaFuckin' with me, call up on a UziAnd show up, man, them the shottasWhen my homies pull up on your blockThey make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, pow, pow, pow)
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstarsFeelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)Drinkin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the poolAnd they ain't got on no bra (bra)Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracksAnd now she screamin' out, "¡No más!" (yeah, yeah, yeah)They like, "Savage, why you got a twelve car garageAnd you only got six cars?" (21)
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)L.A. bitches always askin', "Where the coke at?" (21, 21)Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop carSweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hardI done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hardLivin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (ayy)
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pilliesMan, I feel just like a rockstar (ayy, ayy)All my brothers got that gasAnd they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Fuckin' with me, call up on a UziAnd show up, man, them the shottasWhen my homies pull up on your blockThey make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta)
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