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