Bussin

We got London on the track
I'm in London, got my beat from London

30 in my body, bussing, bussing, bussing, yeah
Choppa on me, yeah it's bussing, bussing, bussing, yeah
You ain't talking money, no discussion, 'scussion, yeah
I'ma fuck that bitch until she cumming, cumming, 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

I fly, I don't fall
I fly, I don't fall

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 fucking 20 ounce, oh no
I put my pain in that fucking 20 ounce, I know
She mix the purple with the white, call that shit a snow cone
She know my money long

I fly, I don't fall
I fly, I don't fall

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 dancing in the club, she got her booty twerking
I ain't even wanna go to the club, I'm a different person
Every time I walk into the club, I got molly working
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

I fly, I don't fall
I fly, I don't fall