text: Hahahahaha
  Tank God
  Ayy, ayy
  Ive 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 grrra-ta-ta-ta 
  Switch my whip, came back in black
  Im startin sayin, Rest in peace to Bon Scott 
  Close that door, we blowin smoke
  She ask me light a fire like Im 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, dont give a damn
  Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
  Sayin, Im with the band 
  Now she actin outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
  Hundred bitches in my trailer say they aint got a man
  And they all brought a friend 
  Ive 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 grrra-ta-ta-ta 
  Ive been in the Hills fuckin superstars
  Feelin like a popstar 
  Drankin Henny, bad bitches jumpin in the pool
  And they aint got on no bra 
  Hit her from the back, pullin on her tracks
  And now she screamin out, ¡No más! 
  They like, Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
  And you only got six cars? 
  I aint with the cakin, how you kiss that? 
  Your wifey say Im 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, Im livin like a rockstar 
  Ive 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 grrra-ta-ta-ta 
  Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
  Rockstar
  Rockstar, feel just like a–
  Rockstar
  Rockstar
  Rockstar
  Feel just like a...