I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies, Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas, and they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi, and show up, now them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go ra-ta-ta-ta

Switch my whip, came back in black, I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Close that door, we blowin' smoke, she ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Act a fool on stage, I prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
Shit was legendary, threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in, sayin', "I'm with the band"
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

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies, Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas, and they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi, and show up, now them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go ra-ta-ta-ta

I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars, feelin' like a pop star
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool, and they ain't got on no bra
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks, and now she screamin' out, no more
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage, when you only got 6 cars?
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks, L.A. bitches always askin' where the coke at
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car, weeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard, livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies, Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas, and they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi, and show up, now them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block, they make that thing go ra-ta-ta-ta