Rockstar taby ukulele według Post Malone

[Intro]

Hahahahaha

Tank God Beats


[Chorus]
  Gm
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
     F                       Eb
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
    Eb
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
                     Dm              Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Gm
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
      F                     Eb
And show up, man them the shottas
  Eb
When my homies pull up on your block
                   Dm              Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)


[Verse 1]
    Gm
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
                   F                      Eb
I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
   Eb
Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke
                   Dm                Gm
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Gm
Ayy, act a fool on stage
                      F               Eb
Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car
 Eb
Ayy, shit was legendary
                     Dm              Gm
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Gm
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn
                                                   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


[Chorus]
 Gm
Ayy, ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
     F                         Eb
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
  Eb
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
                  Dm                 Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta
Gm
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
     F                      Eb
And show up, man them the shottas
  Eb
When my homies pull up on your block
                     Dm              Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)


[Verse 2]
 Gm
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
F               Eb
Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
 Eb
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool
         Dm                   Gm
And they ain't got on no bra (bra)
 Gm
Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks
           F                    Eb
And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Eb
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
    Dm               Gm
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
Gm
I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
                                F
Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)
Eb
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
                          Dm                Gm
L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"
 Gm
Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car

Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
 Eb
I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard

Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar


[Chorus]
 Gm
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies
      F                         Eb
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
    Eb
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
                   Dm               Gm
And they always be smokin' like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Gm
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
         F                 Eb
And show up, man them the shottas
Eb
When my homies pull up on your block
                 Dm                Gm
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)


[Outro]
Gm
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

Rockstar

Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Eb
Rockstar

Rockstar

Rockstar

Feel just like a...