Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane On a choppa rant I think I'm 'bout to lose it man In the trap still countin' change Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep

A little bit later on When the stars come out And the sun’s long gone We’re gonna drink up a lotta beer a little later on You know out in the country don’t make no plans We’re gonna get on outta here a little later on Rockin' out all night and roll back

I'm scared to death when I see them arrive Infected eyes red, staring at me The time has come for retribution Now they're counting my actions The cries and shouts are confusing me Falling in disgrace, I don't want to go now And I am facing them, it seems

But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it I try so hard, I can't rise above it Don't know what it is 'bout that little gal's lovin' Spent forty-eight dollars last night at the county fair I threw out my shoulder but I won her that teddy bear

Stand up and be counted Before we slip away out here Before we slip away, slip away We were kids Don't ever doubt it Even if we're surrounded Don't wanna slip away, slip away Slip away (slip) Lookin' out into nothin'

How 'bout you? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few An' how 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? Yeah, I like my country rocking', how 'bout you? Yeah, I know where I come from I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool

But I'm still climbing up the mountain side I got everything, I got everything I need Everything I need Don't count me out Long as I got my heart and soul Ain't got no money, nowhere to sleep No friends, no family, no bread no meat, no bread no meat No

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

Round and round and round and round we go Why we can't be satisfied I don't know Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around

One, two, three, four to the five baby, I'm counting on you I've never been in love before Don't hurt me Don't give up on me What would I wanna do that for? Don't use me Take advantage of me Now I'm about to give you my heart