[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 pussy later, get the money sooner
That's ya ho I'm gon' do her, she's in the Uber
Tell cash to order that shit, and order two hearses
Cuz I'm killin' these n***as, Hilary billin' these n***as
Hilary Duffin' these n***as, got bands and duff on me n***a
They like, "What's up with Keef n***a?
He went def on me n***a."
Now it's these big ass earrings
Try me, we bust on a n***a
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 motherfuckin' green
And you know I gotta thank God too
Only thing I'm worryin' bout is waking up in the morning
Fuck this city gon' do?
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Bust on a n***a, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on a n***a, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (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, fuck 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 bitch 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***a, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on a n***a, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (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 bitch 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***a, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on a n***a, (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)
Bust on-Bust on a n***a (Try me, we bust)