Bust lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Intro: Chief Keef]
June you're a Genius
Ramy on the beat
Sos' Baby
GBE Baby
Ayy
(Bang, bang)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
My diamonds dance like a jewel party, On my neck Bugatti
She so wet it's a pool party
She ride me like Ducati
It's enough jewels on me for two bodies
Ooh Johnny, I only count the cash, I don't count no punani
No star clique it's the ruler, call me Chief Rick the Ruler
I'll get the pus*y later, get the money sooner
That's ya ho I'm gon' do her, she's in the Uber
Tell cash to order that sh*t, and order two hearses
Cuz I'm killin' these n*ggas, Hilary billin' these n*ggas
Hilary Duffin' these n*ggas, got bands and duff on me n*gga
They like, "What's up with Keef n*gga?
He went def on me n*gga."
Now it's these big ass earrings
Try me, we bust on a n*gga
Pulled up in a hot car, with a hot fire
And we hot-boxing a hot car
Hop out of the hot car, with the hot ice
And I gotta thank my mama
Countin' all this motherf*ckin' green
And you know I gotta thank God too
Only thing I'm worryin' bout is waking up in the morning
f*ck this city gon' do?
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Bust on a n*gga, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on a n*gga, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
Palms Itchin' I got money comin' I can feel it
Glock, conceal it, hatin', kill it, ice grill, chill it
Off the shoulders, hands quicker than a poker dealer
Shout out to my shotta E.E A.K.A "The Pig Squealer"
I don't dance but my diamonds do, watch 'em twerk
VVS, g-code, poppin like a perc
Diamonds flicker, f*ck a swisher
Roll up a gold leaf Swishahouse, Glo Gang, Paul Wall, Chief Keef
Satellite supplied, wrap it with a Keith coat
Wet snake drippin' like the Candy on a 64"
H-town and Chi-town screamin', free Sergio
Ride the beat, go bang, 44
Ear lobes icey, diamonds dancin' like Ciara
TV Johnny got me clearer that's why yo b*tch starin'
Yo grill don't shine like my grill, Why is you comparin'?
I got diamonds twerkin' all on me, 312 to the 713
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Bust on a n*gga, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on a n*gga, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)

[Verse 3: C. Stone]
I don't sell no syrup I just sip it
I go get new jewelry then I flip it
I stay well connected this ain't Cricket
They know my name from Chicago to Mississippi
I just got a bag Got my b*tch a new bag, and I ain't tryna brag, but that's why my pants sag
My pockets flooded like my blazer it's fully loaded
Turn in yo lane my lights start glowin', that's promoted
On my grill, I put them VVSs
I put 20 racks up in my teeth cause, forget the days, them lights was off
Now every time I open up my mouth you see me shinin' in the midwest, but you know I'm from the south
(C. Stone)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Bust on a n*gga, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on a n*gga, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n*gga (Try me, we bust)
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