In This Bitch - BaBy Soldier

(EarDrummers) I'm in my zone, I'm feeling it Stop blowing my buzz, quit killing it So buy another round They tried to shut us down about an hour ago But we still in this bitch, we still in this (Mike Will Made It) We still in this bitch, we still in this Turn this shit up loud and buy another round (we still in this bitch, we still in this) They tried to shut us down about an hour ago (we still in this bitch, we still in this) But we still in this bitch I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up B. Rich pull up in that rooster 'til we wake the fuckin' hood up Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up In the air, one time for a nigga like me, with a squad like this Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold Ain't nothin but some bad bitches in my clique Wassup Eastside? (Wassup Eastside?) We in this bitch (we in this bitch) They think they seein' me, but they ain't seen shit (but they ain't seen shit) G-G-Girls on the pole, yeah, they make me rich (yeah) Girls at my shows, wanna take my pic (yeah) Yeah, we can do this here all night (yeah), can't tell me nothin' can't tell me shit (no) All in my zone, all on my own (yeah) Open that pack, rollin' that strong And we still up in this, won't turn down, won't go home, yeah I'm in my zone, I'm feeling it Stop blowing my buzz, quit killing it So buy another round They tried to shut us down about an hour ago But we still in this bitch, we still in this We still in this bitch, we still in this Turn this shit up loud and buy another round (we still in this bitch, we still in this) They tried to shut us down about an hour ago (Hustle Gang nigga) (We still in this bitch, we still in this) But we still in this bitch (ayy, ayy) I got big wheels on my ride, spent 'bout six mills on my ride You catch me swervin' all over your side of town bumpin' Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe Don't blow my hide just blow my guy, I'm so paid I'm so fly Your baby daddy disrespect me, black his eye, that's no lie I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt you You want trouble, I got plenty, how you want it, full or semi I'm so rich so all that fuck boy shit you kickin' don't offend me Don't get killed off in this bitch, I-I spit mills all in this shit Boy, it's been eleven years of this shit, look at me now still in this bitch Yeah, I stand tall no can't fall, you pussy ass niggas can't touch it G See me don't speak ain't nothin' G I'm in my zone, nigga don't fuck with me, aye I'm in my zone, I'm feeling it Stop blowing my buzz, quit killing it So buy another round They tried to shut us down about an hour ago But we still in this bitch, we still in this We still in this bitch, we still in this Turn this shit up loud and buy another round (we still in this bitch, we still in this) They tried to shut us down about an hour ago (we still in this bitch, we still in this) But we still in this bitch (turn up, yeah) Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas All these bad bitches, all this free liquor Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife She lookin' for a nigga that's ballin' so tonight might be her night You know me, I stay stuntin' low-key I threw tuition at Onyx Flip money fast Lil Sonny Rich nigga I speak Ebonics Gotta new car, I paid cash Gotta new crib with a weed lab Crisp bills, I need that Fuck your team where the freaks at Hundred deep in VIP, niggas always hatin' I came in with a bunch of goons, and I'm leavin' out with this lady I got your boo in my Bugatti she 'bout to swallow my babies My system loud, my weed loud, no hair clippers, I'm faded (trippy) I'm in my zone, I'm feeling it Stop blowing my buzz, quit killing it So buy another round They tried to shut us down about an hour ago But we still in this bitch, we still in this We still in this bitch, we still in this Turn this shit up loud and buy another round (we still in this bitch, we still in this) They tried to shut us down about an hour ago (we still in this bitch, we still in this) But we still in this bitch

We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it We in this bitch, we in this ho I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer? You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman? What about a nine on the gas grill? Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm And this bad bitch with me from another planet Stay on the satellite phone, man, I can't stand it Hey baby girl, hang the phone up No talking with your mouth full, you's a grown-up What the fuck? Who the hell? Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so Excuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually But I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that? American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama Tip say, let's go get it popping We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it You been in more laps than the Indy 500 Conjure's what we drinking, faded till the world end Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch