Rockstar (feat. Roddy Ricch)

	  		Intro: 
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,) 
            G#m B   F#             E 
How pull up?   I pull up (Woo, Seth in kitchen) 
  
  
 
        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:
 
                   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) 
  
  
 
        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:
       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 
  
  

        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