All American Grind - Killin' Shit Lyrics

I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Spittin hotshit 30000 worth of damages
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Writin verses off no shippin and handlin
No shippin and handle ima got damn fool
Ms meka in this hoe so you that is the truth
Sos call some help i got these tide bitches panicin
Hate my self esteem but they aint shit but some peasents bitch
Ring the alarm got that fire if you need it hoe
Pounds zipps keys just hit my celly on the low
When im on the mic i go hard whatcha sayin bitch
Acers home texas its me that gutta bitch
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Spittin hotshit 30000 worth of damages
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Writin verses off no shippin and handlin
I step in the booth all facts wat i choose
Its guarunteed i get mine while givin boys the blues
Wit all ready production you know its bad news
I write Rhymes on thin lines you this what i do
I stay goin off straight mash mode nigga
In my zone i bring fire check out the empire
Its yungpot on every track i devour
Im up to date on my shit why you niggas expire
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Spittin hotshit 30000 worth of damages
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Writin verses off no shippin and handlin

I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Spittin hotshit 30000 worth of damages
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Writin verses off no shippin and handlin
No shippin and handle ima got damn fool
Ms meka in this hoe so you that is the truth
Sos call some help i got these tide bitches panicin
Hate my self esteem but they aint shit but some peasents bitch
Ring the alarm got that fire if you need it hoe
Pounds zipps keys just hit my celly on the low
When im on the mic i go hard whatcha sayin bitch
Acers home texas its me that gutta bitch
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Spittin hotshit 30000 worth of damages
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Writin verses off no shippin and handlin
I step in the booth all facts wat i choose
Its guarunteed i get mine while givin boys the blues
Wit all ready production you know its bad news
I write Rhymes on thin lines you this what i do
I stay goin off straight mash mode nigga
In my zone i bring fire check out the empire
Its yungpot on every track i devour
Im up to date on my shit why you niggas expire
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Spittin hotshit 30000 worth of damages
I step in the booth killin shit leave em panicin
Writin verses off no shippin and handlin