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

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

2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Louisville on
Shawty thick, lookin good, I'll slug a
CLINK- outta here
Mary buns got on us
I'm a stick boy, still good on the
Uhh, got a like 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 the space kit
Now we ridin like they do it on the fourth
Y'all talk funny, we don't even it
Like a drive on the Outlandish
Smack ya granny on the ass, I'm so
I'm so candid, make ya say it
I get "Wasted", I get so damaged
Ron Clutch, get the ink, I'm so
A. snap his fingers, we so vanished

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

3]
They think they me, but they got no idea
Can't even see me, high as I
You know how we be, on country-fried kill
I'm the south side of De Ville, and we all about the real
Better keep ya eyes peeled, plus behind the
Better pimp that space-ship the verti-cal grilles
Got the big ol' shiny wheels, to me how I feel
I her Miss Pig and she stay in them high heels
We swervin through the galaxy in a reality
You know how the Caddy be, defy the laws of
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 just landed, you know he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough)
Off this country-fried backwoods, outer-space

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

This has been a Chops