(+) Hit This Hard - Post Malone
[Intro]
Hahahahaha
Tank God Beats
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I've been fuckin'
hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, 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, name
them the shottas
When my homies
pull up on your block
They make that thing go
grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip,
came back in black
I'm startin' sayin',
＂Rest in peace to Bon Scott＂
Ayy, close that door,
we blowin' smoke
She ask me light a fire
like I'm Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin'
show in a cop car
Ayy, 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 on my pants
Hundred bitches in my
trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I've been fuckin'
hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just l
ike a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, 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, name
them the shottas
When my homies
pull up on your block
They make that thing go
grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I've been in the Hills
fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a popstar
(21, 21, 21)
Drankin' Henny, bad
bitches jumpin' in the pool
And they ain't got
on no bra (no bra)
Hit her from the back,
pullin' on her tracks
And now she screamin'
out, ＂no mas＂
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like ＂Savage, why you
got a 12 car garage and
you only got 6 cars?＂ (21)
I ain't with the cakin',
how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I'm lookin'
like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe,
I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin',
＂Where the coke at?＂ (21, 21)
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
Ayy, I've been fuckin'
hoes and poppin' pillies
Man, I feel just like
a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers
got that gas
And they always be smokin'
like a Rasta
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, name
them the shottas
When my homies
pull up on your block
They make that thing
go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta)
[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock...
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a...