This is the chords of Rockstar by DaBaby feat. Roddy Ricch on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.
[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 fckin\’ 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, fck 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