Intro
DaBaby]
Dm F C A#
Woo, woo
Dm F
Woo, woo
C A#
I pull up like
Dm F C A#
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
Dm F C A#
How you pull up? I pull up (Woo, Seth in the kitchen)
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Dm
Let's go
F C
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
A# Dm
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
F C
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
A# Dm
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
F C
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
A# Dm
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
F C
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)
A# Dm
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
F C
It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a nigga gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A# Dm
I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin'
F C
Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button
A# Dm
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin' bucket
F
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
C
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin'
A# Dm
I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin'
F C
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
A# Dm
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money
(Okay, let's go)
F C
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
A# Dm
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga, I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
F C
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
A# Dm
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two
F
And I'll kill another nigga too
C A#
'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you
Dm F
Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different
C A#
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch]
Dm
Let's go
F C
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
A# Dm
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
F C
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
A# Dm
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
F C
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
A# Dm
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
F C
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)
A# Dm
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
F C
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
A# Dm
'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin'
F C
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent
A# Dm
And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey
F C
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
A# Dm
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
F
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
C A#
Fool me one time, you can't cross me again
Dm F
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind
C A#
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin
Dm F
Maybach SUV for my refugees
C A#
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
Dm F
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
C A#
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
Dm F
But they ain't even want no smoke
C A#
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Dm
Let's go
F C
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
A# Dm
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
F C
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
A# Dm
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)
F C
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
A# Dm
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
F C
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)
A# Dm
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
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