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

Oh no, we won't go 'Cause we don't know how to quit, no, no Wherever I go, go Trouble seems to follow Until your breathing stops, stops, stops I only plugged in to save rock and roll, rock and roll I only plugged in to save rock and roll Until

You were mine my boo I don't know bout cha'll But I know about us and uh This is the only way We know how to rock It started when we were younger girl Now another brother's taking over But it's still in your eyes my boo Even though we used to argue it's

Let's turn up the radio Turn off those stupid singing shows Back to the shack Take me back, back to the shack Back to the strat with the lightning strap Kick in the door, more hardcore Rockin out like it's '94 I know where we need to go Sorry guys I

There’s nothing left to say now oh oh I’m giving up, giving up he he Giving up now I keep fallin’, I keep fallin’ down We fall, we falling But I keep pushing on and on and on and on Bumba rumba rum awh awh Who knows how long? I've been awake now

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

Juicy, said I wanna get to know your juicy booty, tonight We keep it rocking So show me that, so show me that, so show me that So turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around Knows how to party Knows how to party, in the city Whatever

Oh no, we won't go 'Cause we don't know how to quit, no, no Wherever I go, go Trouble seems to follow Until your breathing stops, stops, stops I only plugged in to save rock and roll, rock and roll I only plugged in to save rock and roll Until

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch) Smack the shit outta him Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo' Reportin' live from the glo pad Gang in this bitch You know how we rockin , cut off stockings Kush in my pocket nigga,

Maybach Music Yo this Chris Rock I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose That's how we do it That's all we do Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop