Bussin’ lyrics

[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 f*ck that b*tch until she c*mmin', c*mmin', 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 n*gga or a b*tch 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 f*ckin' 20 ounce, oh no
I put my pain in that f*ckin' 20 ounce, I know
She mix the purple with the white, call that sh*t 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, n*gga 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 f*ck, 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