Rockstar - Post Malone, guitar chords

Published: 2022-03-14 14:59
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

Intro: Am Em

Verse:
Em
   Ayy, Iʼve been fuckinʼ hoes and poppinʼ pillies
                               C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
                                       Em
And they always be smokinʼ like a Rasta
Fuckinʼ with me, call up on a Uzi
                               C
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
                                    Em
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Em
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
                                              C
Iʼm startinʼ sayinʼ, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ayy, close that door, we blowinʼ smoke
                                       Em
She ask me light a fire like Iʼm on some
Ayy, act a fool on stage
                                      C
Prolly leave my fuckinʼ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
                                       Em
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Pre-chorus:
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourinʼ, donʼt give a damn
                                                       C
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayinʼ, "Iʼm with the band"
          Em
Ayy, ayy, now she actinʼ outta pocket
Tryna grab up from my pants
                                                   C
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ainʼt got a man
And they all brought a friend - Yeah, ayy

Chorus:
Em
   Ayy, Iʼve been fuckinʼ hoes and poppinʼ pillies
                               C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
                                       Em
And they always be smokinʼ like a Rasta
Fuckinʼ with me, call up on a Uzi
                               C
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
                                    Em
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)


Iʼve been in the Hills fuckinʼ superstars
                   C
Feelinʼ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankinʼ Henny, bad bitches jumpinʼ in the pool
                          Em
And they ainʼt got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullinʼ on her tracks
                              C
And now she screaminʼ out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
                    Em
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
I ainʼt with the cakinʼ, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
                                             C
Your wifey say Iʼm lookinʼ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askinʼ "Where the coke at?"
Em
Livinʼ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
C
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ʼmember I used to trap hard
G                                              Em
Livinʼ like a rockstar, Iʼm livinʼ like a rockstar

Chorus:
Em
   Ayy, Iʼve been fuckinʼ hoes and poppinʼ pillies
                               C
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
                                       Em
And they always be smokinʼ like a Rasta
Fuckinʼ with me, call up on a Uzi
                               C
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
                                    Em
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Outro: Em C Em C