Chords for Post Malone – Rockstar (feat. 21 Savage)
Tempo:
79.6 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
A
Cm
C
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm]
[Gm] I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies man I feel just like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
Switch my whip came back in black I'm starting saying recipes to burn scar
Close that door we blowing smoke.
She asked me light a fire like a Marsan
Back to full on stage probably leave my fucking soul in a cup Hey
Shit was legendary to a TV.
I don't know what I'm untouched cooking on the table.
Look don't give a damn
Don't you go finish a groupie?
She just trying to get in
Saying I'm with the bad
Nazi acting out of pocket trying to grab up on my pants on their bitches in my trailer
Say they ain't got a man and they all brought a friend
I've [C] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just [Gm] like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
I've been in the hills fucking [A] superstars feeling like [Gm] a pop star
Drinking hitting bad bitches jumping in the pool and I ain't got on no bra
Get up front of back pulling on the tracks and now she's screaming out.
No, ma
Hey, like savage why you got a 12 [B] car garage and you only got [Gm] six cars?
I'm with the cake and how you kiss that your wifey say I'm looking like a host that green honeys in my face
I got old racks LA bitches.
I was asking where the coke yet
They've been like a rock star smash out on a cop car sweeter in a pop tart.
You know, you are not hard
I didn't make the chart.
Remember I used to chop hard living like a rock star.
I'm living like a rock star
I've [Bb] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just like a [Gm] rock star
All my brothers got that guessing they always be smoking like a rock star
Fucking with me call upon the who's the insurer in the shot?
When my homies pull up on your god, they make that thing go grata tata
[Eb]
[Gm] [C]
[A] [G] [Cm] [Eb]
[Bb] [A] [Ab]
[Gm] I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies man I feel just like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
Switch my whip came back in black I'm starting saying recipes to burn scar
Close that door we blowing smoke.
She asked me light a fire like a Marsan
Back to full on stage probably leave my fucking soul in a cup Hey
Shit was legendary to a TV.
I don't know what I'm untouched cooking on the table.
Look don't give a damn
Don't you go finish a groupie?
She just trying to get in
Saying I'm with the bad
Nazi acting out of pocket trying to grab up on my pants on their bitches in my trailer
Say they ain't got a man and they all brought a friend
I've [C] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just [Gm] like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
I've been in the hills fucking [A] superstars feeling like [Gm] a pop star
Drinking hitting bad bitches jumping in the pool and I ain't got on no bra
Get up front of back pulling on the tracks and now she's screaming out.
No, ma
Hey, like savage why you got a 12 [B] car garage and you only got [Gm] six cars?
I'm with the cake and how you kiss that your wifey say I'm looking like a host that green honeys in my face
I got old racks LA bitches.
I was asking where the coke yet
They've been like a rock star smash out on a cop car sweeter in a pop tart.
You know, you are not hard
I didn't make the chart.
Remember I used to chop hard living like a rock star.
I'm living like a rock star
I've [Bb] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just like a [Gm] rock star
All my brothers got that guessing they always be smoking like a rock star
Fucking with me call upon the who's the insurer in the shot?
When my homies pull up on your god, they make that thing go grata tata
[Eb]
[Gm] [C]
[A] [G] [Cm] [Eb]
[Bb] [A] [Ab]
Key:
Gm
A
Cm
C
Bb
Gm
A
Cm
[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies man I feel just like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
_ _ Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
_ Switch my whip came back in black I'm starting saying recipes to burn scar
_ Close that door we blowing smoke.
She asked me light a fire like a Marsan
Back to full on stage probably leave my fucking soul in a cup Hey
Shit was legendary to a TV.
I don't know what I'm untouched cooking on the table.
Look don't give a damn
Don't you go finish a groupie?
She just trying to get in
Saying I'm with the bad _ _
Nazi acting out of pocket trying to grab up on my pants on their bitches in my trailer
Say they ain't got a man _ and they all brought a friend _ _ _
I've [C] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just [Gm] like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
_ Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
_ When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
_ I've been in the hills fucking [A] superstars feeling like [Gm] a pop star
Drinking hitting bad bitches jumping in the pool and I ain't got on no bra
Get up front of back pulling on the tracks and now she's screaming out.
No, ma
Hey, like savage why you got a 12 [B] car garage and you only got [Gm] six cars?
I'm with the cake and how you kiss that your wifey say I'm looking like a host that green honeys in my face
I got old racks LA bitches.
I was asking where the coke yet
They've been like a rock star smash out on a cop car sweeter in a pop tart.
You know, you are not hard
I didn't make the chart.
Remember I used to chop hard living like a rock star.
I'm living like a rock star
I've [Bb] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just like a [Gm] rock star
_ All my brothers got that guessing they always be smoking like a rock star
_ _ Fucking with me call upon the who's the insurer in the shot?
When my homies pull up on your god, they make that thing go grata tata
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [A] _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ I've been fucking hoes and popping pillies man I feel just like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
_ _ Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
_ Switch my whip came back in black I'm starting saying recipes to burn scar
_ Close that door we blowing smoke.
She asked me light a fire like a Marsan
Back to full on stage probably leave my fucking soul in a cup Hey
Shit was legendary to a TV.
I don't know what I'm untouched cooking on the table.
Look don't give a damn
Don't you go finish a groupie?
She just trying to get in
Saying I'm with the bad _ _
Nazi acting out of pocket trying to grab up on my pants on their bitches in my trailer
Say they ain't got a man _ and they all brought a friend _ _ _
I've [C] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just [Gm] like a rock star
All my brothers got that gas and they always be smoking like a rock star
_ Fucking with me call up on the Uzi and show up, name them the chatas
_ When my homies pull up on your block they make that thing go grrata tata
_ I've been in the hills fucking [A] superstars feeling like [Gm] a pop star
Drinking hitting bad bitches jumping in the pool and I ain't got on no bra
Get up front of back pulling on the tracks and now she's screaming out.
No, ma
Hey, like savage why you got a 12 [B] car garage and you only got [Gm] six cars?
I'm with the cake and how you kiss that your wifey say I'm looking like a host that green honeys in my face
I got old racks LA bitches.
I was asking where the coke yet
They've been like a rock star smash out on a cop car sweeter in a pop tart.
You know, you are not hard
I didn't make the chart.
Remember I used to chop hard living like a rock star.
I'm living like a rock star
I've [Bb] been fucking hoes and popping pillies man.
I feel just like a [Gm] rock star
_ All my brothers got that guessing they always be smoking like a rock star
_ _ Fucking with me call upon the who's the insurer in the shot?
When my homies pull up on your god, they make that thing go grata tata
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [A] _ [Ab] _