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[Verse 1 - A. Craft]
A. Leon Craft, South cold (Cold)
Up my damn flow, like a lit gas (Stove)
(Foohh)
Damn Clutch, my bad, I'm bout to burn down the (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 turn down the (Goose)
I'm another land (Hey)
Highly in demand, (Hey)
Louisville Slugger (Hey), candy on sedan though (Hey, hey, hey)
Country like a
I'm just sayin, though
A. Leon the shit, you gon be more than a candle (Hey)
commando (Hey)
Ballin, I got (Hey)
Cross over shawty school and hip-hop notes (Hey)
Brothership Decatur, ways never clash
Outer-space, super
I'm a A. Leon

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

2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Louisville on
Shawty thick, lookin good, slug a homer
You're 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 ain't foolin with you niggas, I'm a
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 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. Leon his fingers, we so vanished

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

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
keep ya eyes peeled, plus behind the wheel
Better pimp that 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 them high
We swervin through the galaxy in a reality
You know how the 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 we get straight to it, then we run straight through it
A. Leon just landed, you know he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough)
Off this backwoods, outer-space music

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

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