Intro: DaBaby
Abm  B    Gb   E
       Woo, woo
Abm B
Woo,   woo
       Gb E
I pull up like
Abm        B                                Gb  E
   How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? -Oh, oh, oh-
            Abm B   Gb             E
How you pull up?   I pull up -Woo, Seth in the kitchen-
 
Chorus: DaBaby
        Abm
Let's go
B                             Gb
Brand new Lamborghini, xxxx a cop car
         E                           Abm
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop -Yeah, yeah, yeah-
         B                     Gb
Have you ever met a real xxxxx rockstar?
E                                   Abm
This ain't no guitar, xxxxx, this a Glock -Woo-
   B                                 Gb
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me -Woo-
    E                            Abm
You better let me go the day you need me -Woo-
            B                           Gb
Soon as you up me on that xxxxx, get to bustin' -Woo-
    E                             Abm
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
 
Verse 1: DaBaby
                   B                                Gb
It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a xxxxx gave me nothin' -Yeah, yeah, yeah-
             E                          Abm
I'm ready to hop out on a xxxxx, get to bustin'
                            B                                      Gb
Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button
                      E                                 Abm
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a xxxxin' bucket
                              B
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
                            Gb
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin'
             E                                             Abm
I'm ready to air it out on all these xxxxxs, I can see 'em runnin'
                                      B                                      Gb
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
                                       E                                             Abm
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money
 
-Okay, let's go-
                  B                                         Gb
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
                                     E                                      Abm
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a xxxxx, I'ma pull it out and shoot -Boom-
                 B                                       Gb
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
                            E                                              Abm
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a xxxxx in front of her before the age of two
                            B
And I'll kill another xxxxx too
 Gb                                       E
'Fore I let another xxxxx do somethin' to you
Abm                    B
Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different
      Gb                    E
Daddy love you -Yeah, yeah-

Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch
        Abm
Let's go
B                             Gb
Brand new Lamborghini, xxxx a cop car
         E                           Abm
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop -Yeah, yeah, yeah-
         B                     Gb
Have you ever met a real xxxxx rockstar?
E                                   Abm
This ain't no guitar, xxxxx, this a Glock -Woo-
   B                                 Gb
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me -Woo-
    E                            Abm
You better let me go the day you need me -Woo-
            B                           Gb
Soon as you up me on that xxxxx, get to bustin' -Woo-
    E                             Abm
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
 
Verse 2: Roddy Ricch
       B                            Gb
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
           E                         Abm
'Cause the codeine had a young xxxxx swervin'
          B                             Gb
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent
              E                                 Abm
And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey
                        B                              Gb
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
                         E                           Abm
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
                           B
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
Gb                          E
Fool me one time, you can't cross me again
       Abm                       B
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind
      Gb                            E
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin
  Abm       B
Maybach SUV for my refugees
    Gb                      E
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
      Abm                          B
I was Solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
       Gb                                 E
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
    Abm                     B
But they ain't even want no smoke
            Gb                         E
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote
 
Chorus: DaBaby
        Abm
Let's go
B                             Gb
Brand new Lamborghini, xxxx a cop car
         E                           Abm
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop -Yeah, yeah, yeah-
         B                     Gb
Have you ever met a real xxxxx rockstar?
E                                   Abm
This ain't no guitar, xxxxx, this a Glock -Woo-
   B                                 Gb
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me -Woo-
    E                            Abm
You better let me go the day you need me -Woo-
            B                           Gb
Soon as you up me on that xxxxx, get to bustin' -Woo-
    E                             Abm
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop