Know Bout Me Lyrics - Aleon Craft

[Intro] 

Chops on the track 

Yeahhh 

[Verse 1 - A. Leon Craft] 

A. Leon Craft, South Pole cold (Cold) 

Up my damn flow, like a lit gas stove (Stove) 

Tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-foohh (Foohh) 

Damn Clutch, my bad, I'm bout to burn down the booth (Booth) 

Bentley brand new (New) 

Haters are too (Too) 

Awol roof, ride an hour later, coo (Coo) 

Space-ship for two, she got a mass of Basker boots (Boots) 

We drank so much Patrone, I had to turn down the Goose (Goose) 

I'm from another land (Hey) 

Highly in demand, though (Hey) 

Louisville Slugger (Hey), real candy on sedan though (Hey, hey, hey) 

Country like a banjo 

Shawty I'm just sayin, though 

A. Leon the shit, you gon be more than seein a candle (Hey) 

Microphone commando (Hey) 

Ballin, I got handles (Hey) 

Cross over shawty school and hip-hop band notes (Hey) 

Brothership Decatur, hater ways never clash 

Outer-space, super fast 

I'm a A. Leon Craaaft 

[Hook] 

When them country boys come out, at night 

Space-ships go up, in flight 

Nothing your eyes, have seen 

What do you know, bout me 

Yeah, what you know about me 

Uhh, yeah, what you know about me 

Uhh, yeah, what you know about me 

With my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah 

[Verse 2] 

Yeah, uhh 

I get my Louisville Slugger on 

Shawty thick, lookin good, I'll slug a homer 

CLINK- You're outta here 

Mary buns got nothin on us 

I'm a stick boy, still good on the corners 

Uhh, got a Caddy like a space-ship (Uh) 

And I ain't foolin with you niggas, I'm a racist 

Shawty race this, engine got a face-lift 

I took the 350 out and serve the space kit 

Now we ridin like they do it on the fourth planet 

Y'all talk funny, we don't even understand it 

Like a drive on the sidewalk; Outlandish 

Smack ya granny on the ass, I'm so man-ish 

I'm so candid, make ya say damn it 

I don't get "Wasted", I get so damaged 

Ron Clutch, get the ink, I'm so granded 

A. Leon snap his fingers, we so vanished 

[Hook] 

When them country boys come out, at night 

Space-ships go up, in flight 

Nothing your eyes, have seen 

What do you know, bout me 

Yeah, what you know about me 

Uhh, yeah, what you know about me 

Uhh, yeah, what you know about me 

With my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah 

[Verse 3] 

They think they know me, but they got no idea 

Can't even see me, high as I feel 

You know how we be, on some country-fried kill 

I'm from the south side of De Ville, and we all about the real 

Better keep ya eyes peeled, plus behind the wheel 

Better pimp that space-ship with the verti-cal grilles 

Got the big ol' shiny wheels, to tell me how I feel 

I named her Miss Pig and she stay in them high heels 

We swervin through the galaxy in a alternate reality 

You know how the Caddy be, defy the laws of gravity 

We travel at a faster speed to charge up my battery 

Bottle and a bag of weed, now ain't nobody catchin me 

You know how Nappy be, you know how the boys do it 

You know we get straight to it, then we run straight through it 

A. Leon Craft just landed, you know he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough) 

Off this country-fried backwoods, outer-space music 

[Hook] 

When them country boys come out, at night 

Space-ships go up, in flight 

Nothing your eyes, have seen 

What do you know, bout me 

Yeah, what you know about me 

Uhh, yeah, what you know about me 

Uhh, yeah, what you know about me 

With my top down blowin on top pedigree, yeah 

[Outro] 

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