[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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)
f*ckin' 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 b*tches in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend (ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Post Malone]
I've been f*ckin' 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)
f*ckin' 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 sh*t but you don't even know me
That sh*t is really bizarre (ayy, ayy)
Didn't even know you dropped this on me
'Cause your sh*t 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 sh*t, 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 f*ckin' 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)
f*ckin' 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