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, man them the shottas 
When my homies pull up on your block 
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta 
(Okay) 
(I've been fuckin' hoes...) 
I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies 
Man, I feel just 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, man them the shottas 
When my homies pull up on your block 
They make that thing go grrrata-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 
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" 
Ayy, ayy, 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 
Yeah, ayy 
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, man them the shottas 
When my homies pull up on your block 
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta 
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars 
Feelin' like a popstar 
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 mas" 
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage 
And 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 
Sweeter 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 
(Okay) 
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, man them the shottas 
When my homies pull up on your block 
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta