Rockstar Guitar Chords Post Malone
[Intro]
Bm
Hahahahaha
F#m
Tank God Beats
[Chorus: Post Malone]
F#m
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
A
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
D
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
F#m
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
F#m
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
A
And show up, man them the shottas
F#m
A D
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
F#m
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
F#m A
I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott”
D
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
F#m
Ayy, act a fool on stage
A
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
D
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
F#m
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
A D
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’, “I’m with the band”
F#m
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
D
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Post Malone]
F#m
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
A
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
D
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
F#m
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
F#m
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
A
And show up, man them the shottas
F#m
A D
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
F#m A
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
G#
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
D
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
F#m
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
A
And now she screamin’ out, “No mas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
D
They like, “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
G#
And you only got 6 cars?” (21)
F#m
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
F#m A
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
D
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
D
L.A. bitches always askin’ “Where the coke at?”
F#m
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
B
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
D
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
A B
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar
[Chorus: Post Malone]
F#m
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
A
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
D
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
F#m
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
F#m
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
A
And show up, man them the shottas
F#m
A D
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Outro: Post Malone]
F#m
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
F#m
Rockstar
D
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
F#m
Rockstar
F#m
Rockstar
F#m
Rockstar
F#m
Feel just like a…
