Rockstar chords by DaBaby

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)



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

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


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

(Okay, let's go)
         B                     F#
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
                   E                   G#m
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga, I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
         B                    F#
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
              E                       G#m
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two
              B
And I'll kill another nigga too
 F#                    E
'Fore I let another nigga do 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              G#m
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
     B           F#
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
E                  G#m
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
  B                 F#
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
  E              G#m
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
      B              F#
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)
  E               G#m
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop


Verse 2: Roddy Ricch:
    B              F#
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
      E             G#m
'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin'
     B               F#
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent
       E                 G#m
And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey
            B               F#
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
             E              G#m
My junior popped him and left him 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            B
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind
   F#              E
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' 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             B
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
    F#                 E
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
  G#m           B
But they ain't even want no smoke
      F#             E
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote


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