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[Verse 1 - A. Craft]
A. Leon Craft, Pole cold (Cold)
Up my flow, like a lit gas stove (Stove)
(Foohh)
Damn Clutch, my bad, I'm to burn down the booth (Booth)
brand new (New)
are too (Too)
Awol roof, an hour later, coo (Coo)
Space-ship for two, she got a mass of boots (Boots)
We drank so much Patrone, I had to down the Goose (Goose)
I'm from land (Hey)
in demand, though (Hey)
Louisville Slugger (Hey), real on sedan though (Hey, hey, hey)
Country a banjo
Shawty I'm just sayin,
A. Leon the shit, you gon be more than a candle (Hey)
Microphone (Hey)
Ballin, I got (Hey)
over shawty school and hip-hop band notes (Hey)
Brothership Decatur, hater ways clash
Outer-space, super
I'm a A. Craaaft

When them boys come out, at night
Space-ships go up, in
Nothing your eyes, seen
What do you know, me
Yeah, what you about me
Uhh, yeah, what you about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know me
With my top blowin on top pedigree, yeah

2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Slugger on
Shawty thick, lookin good, I'll slug a
CLINK- You're outta
Mary got nothin on us
I'm a stick boy, still good on the
Uhh, got a Caddy like a (Uh)
And I ain't with you niggas, I'm a racist
Shawty race this, got a face-lift
I took the 350 out and serve the kit
Now we ridin like they do it on the planet
Y'all funny, we don't even understand it
Like a on the sidewalk; Outlandish
Smack ya on the ass, I'm so man-ish
I'm so candid, ya say damn it
I get "Wasted", I get so damaged
Ron Clutch, get the ink, I'm so
A. Leon his fingers, we so vanished

When them country boys come out, at
Space-ships go up, in
Nothing your eyes, have
do you know, bout me
Yeah, what you about me
Uhh, yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know me
With my top down blowin on top pedigree,

3]
They think know me, but they got no idea
Can't even see me, as I feel
You know how we be, on some country-fried
I'm from the south side of De Ville, and we all about the
Better ya eyes peeled, plus behind the wheel
Better that space-ship with the verti-cal grilles
Got the big ol' shiny wheels, to me how I feel
I named her Miss Pig and she stay in high heels
We swervin the galaxy in a alternate reality
You how the Caddy be, defy the laws of gravity
We at a faster speed to charge up my battery
and a bag of weed, now ain't nobody catchin me
You know how Nappy be, you know how the do it
You know we get straight to it, then we run straight it
A. Leon Craft just landed, you know he stay (Cough-cough-cough)
Off country-fried backwoods, outer-space music

When them boys come out, at night
go up, in flight
Nothing your eyes, have
do you know, bout me
Yeah, what you about me
Uhh, yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you about me
With my top down blowin on top pedigree,

This has been a Chops