Rockstar Feat. Roddy Ricch taby ukulele według DaBaby

[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