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[Verse 1 - A. Craft]
A. Leon Craft, South Pole (Cold)
Up my damn flow, a lit gas stove (Stove)
(Foohh)
Damn Clutch, my bad, I'm bout to down the booth (Booth)
Bentley new (New)
are too (Too)
Awol roof, ride an later, coo (Coo)
for two, she got a mass of Basker boots (Boots)
We drank so much Patrone, I had to down the Goose (Goose)
I'm from another (Hey)
in demand, though (Hey)
Louisville Slugger (Hey), real candy on though (Hey, hey, hey)
Country a banjo
Shawty I'm just sayin,
A. Leon the shit, you gon be more seein a candle (Hey)
Microphone (Hey)
Ballin, I got (Hey)
Cross over shawty school and band notes (Hey)
Decatur, hater ways never clash
Outer-space, fast
I'm a A. Leon

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

2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Slugger on
Shawty thick, lookin good, I'll slug a
You're outta here
Mary got nothin on us
I'm a stick boy, still good on the
Uhh, got a Caddy a space-ship (Uh)
And I foolin with you niggas, I'm a racist
Shawty this, engine got a face-lift
I took the 350 out and serve the kit
Now we ridin like they do it on the fourth
Y'all talk funny, we don't understand it
Like a on the sidewalk; Outlandish
Smack ya on the ass, I'm so man-ish
I'm so candid, make ya say 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 out, at night
go up, in flight
Nothing eyes, have seen
What do you know, me
Yeah, what you know me
Uhh, yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know me
my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah

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

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

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