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[Verse 1 - A. Craft]
A. Craft, South Pole cold (Cold)
Up my damn flow, a lit gas stove (Stove)
(Foohh)
Damn Clutch, my bad, I'm bout to burn the booth (Booth)
Bentley new (New)
are too (Too)
Awol roof, an hour later, coo (Coo)
Space-ship for two, she got a of Basker boots (Boots)
We drank so Patrone, I had to turn 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)
commando (Hey)
Ballin, I got (Hey)
Cross over shawty and hip-hop band notes (Hey)
Decatur, hater ways never clash
Outer-space, super
I'm a A. Leon

When them country come out, at night
Space-ships go up, in
your eyes, have seen
What do you know, me
Yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, you know about me
With my top blowin on top pedigree, yeah

2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Louisville on
Shawty thick, lookin good, I'll slug a
CLINK- outta here
buns got nothin on us
I'm a stick boy, good on the corners
Uhh, got a Caddy like a (Uh)
And I foolin with you niggas, I'm a racist
Shawty race this, engine got a
I the 350 out and serve the space kit
Now we like they do it on the fourth planet
Y'all funny, we don't even understand it
Like a on the sidewalk; Outlandish
ya granny 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 snap his fingers, we so

When them boys come out, at night
Space-ships go up, in
Nothing your eyes, have
What do you know, me
Yeah, what you about me
Uhh, yeah, you know about me
Uhh, yeah, you know about 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 country-fried kill
I'm from the south side of De Ville, and we all the real
Better keep ya peeled, plus behind the wheel
Better pimp that space-ship the verti-cal grilles
Got the big ol' wheels, to tell me how I feel
I named her Miss Pig and she stay in them high
We swervin the galaxy in a alternate reality
You know how the be, defy the laws of gravity
We travel at a faster to charge up my battery
Bottle and a bag of weed, now ain't catchin me
You know how be, you know how the boys do it
You we get straight to it, then we run straight through it
A. Leon Craft just landed, you he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough)
Off this country-fried backwoods, outer-space

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

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