Bussin'

[Intro] We got London on the track I'm in London, got my beat from London [Verse 1] 30 in my body, bussin', bussin', bussin', yeah Choppa on me, yeah it's bussin', bussin', bussin', yeah You ain't talkin' money, no discussion, 'scussion, yeah I'ma fuck that bitch until she cummin', cummin', yeah Keep my hand on my pole as I watch her dance all on the pole Locked and loaded, .40, blow it, yeah, I'm down to go Won't let a nigga or a bitch put they hands on my soul [Chorus] I fly, I don't fall I fly, I don't fall [Verse 2] Now's a good time to talk to momma on a song Sorry mom, I admit I did coke Sorry mom, I admit I did pour 8 in a fuckin' 20 ounce, oh no I put my pain in that fuckin' 20 ounce, I know She mix the purple with the white, call that shit a snow cone She know my money long [Chorus] I fly, I don't fall I fly, I don't fall [Verse 3] For that green I shoot you in your face, nigga I'm Larry Birdy For the team, I'm bound to catch a case and leave the tooly squirting Throw the green, she dancin' in the club, she got her booty twerkin' I ain't even wanna go to the club, I'm a different person Every time I walk into the club, I got molly workin' I'm in too deep, when we fuck, I'm a molly surgeon Maybe I should put the drugs down, I got a bigger purpose (Uh-uh) Allow me to prioritize [Chorus] I fly, I don't fall I fly, I don't fall