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