Rockstar

G#m  B    F#   E
       Woo, woo
G#m B
Woo,   woo
       F# E
I pull up like
G#m        B                     
   How you pull up, Baby? How you
           F#  E
 pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
            G#m B   F#            
How you pull up?   I pull up (Woo, 
 E
Seth in the kitchen)


[Chorus: DaBaby]
        G#m
Let's go
B                             F#
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop 
car
         E                         
With the pistol on my hip like I'm 
  G#m
a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
         B                    
Have you ever met a real nigga 
 F#
rockstar?
E                                 
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this 
  G#m
a Glock (Woo)
   B                               
My Glock told me to promise you 
  F#
gon' squeeze me (Woo)
    E                            
You better let me go the day you 
G#m
need me (Woo)
            B                      
Soon as you up me on that nigga, 
     F#
get to bustin' (Woo)
    E                             
And if I ain't enough, go get the 
G#m
chop


[Verse 1: DaBaby]
                   B               
It's safe to say I earned it, ain't
                 F#
 a nigga gave me nothin' (Yeah, 
yeah, yeah)
             E                     
I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, 
     G#m
get to bustin'
                            B    
Know you heard me say, "You play, 
you lay," don't make me push the 
 F#
button
                      E            
Full of pain, dropped enough tears 
                     G#m
to fill up a fuckin' bucket
Goin' for buckets, I bought a 
B
chopper
                            F#
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred,
 ain't goin' for nothin'
             E                     
I'm ready to air it out on all 
                        G#m
these niggas, I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama, she hit me 
   B                               
on FaceTime just to check up on me 
       F#
and my brother
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I'm really the baby, she know that 
    E                      
her youngest son was always 
                       G#m
guaranteed to get the money

(Okay, let's go)
                  B           
She know that her baby boy was 
                              F#
always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know 'fore I
 E                                 
 run from a nigga, I'ma pull it out
     G#m
 and shoot (Boom)
                 B                 
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold 
                      F#
sweats like I got the flu
                            E      
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a 
nigga in front of her before the age
    G#m
 of two
                            B
And I'll kill another nigga too
 F#                         
'Fore I let another nigga do 
              E
somethin' to you
G#m                    B
Long as you know that, don't let 
nobody tell you different
      F#                    E
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)


[Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch]
        G#m
Let's go
B                             F#
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop 
car
         E                         
With the pistol on my hip like I'm 
  G#m
a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
         B                    
Have you ever met a real nigga 
 F#
rockstar?
E                                 
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this 
  G#m
a Glock (Woo)
   B                               
My Glock told me to promise you 
  F#
gon' squeeze me (Woo)
    E                            
You better let me go the day you 
G#m
need me (Woo)
            B                      
Soon as you up me on that nigga, 
     F#
get to bustin' (Woo)
    E                             
And if I ain't enough, go get the 
G#m
chop


[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
       B                        
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the 
    F#
Suburban
           E                       
'Cause the codeine had a young 
  G#m
nigga swervin'
          B                     
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em 
        F#
like detergent
              E                 
And I'm ballin', that's why it's 
                G#m
diamonds on my jersey
                        B       
Slide on opps' side and flip the 
                       F#
block back, yeah, yeah
                         E       
My junior popped him and left him 
                    G#m
lopsided, yeah, yeah
                           B
We spin his block, got the rebound, 
Dennis Rodman
F#                          E
Fool me one time, you can't cross me
 again
       G#m                      
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get 
 B
lost in the wind
      F#                           
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen'
 E
 dogs'll take his chin
  G#m       B
Maybach SUV for my refugees
    F#                      E
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in
 the streets
      G#m                          
I was solo when the opps caught me 
B
at the gas station
       F#                     
Had it on me, thirty thousand, 
            E
thought it was my last day
    G#m                     B
But they ain't even want no smoke
            F#                     
If I had to choose it, murder what 
    E
she wrote


[Chorus: DaBaby]
        G#m
Let's go
B                             F#
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop 
car
         E                         
With the pistol on my hip like I'm 
  G#m
a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
         B                    
Have you ever met a real nigga 
 F#
rockstar?
E                                 
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this 
  G#m
a Glock (Woo)
   B                               
My Glock told me to promise you 
  F#
gon' squeeze me (Woo)
    E                            
You better let me go the day you 
G#m
need me (Woo)
            B                      
Soon as you up me on that nigga, 
     F#
get to bustin' (Woo)
    E                             
And if I ain't enough, go get the 
G#m
chop