Chords
Rockstar

Key: G

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||
 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)
                 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
                                       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 
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the
 G#m 
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
               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)