TREASURE CHEST

[Verse 1: Riff Raff & Chief Keef] Yeah, Cranberry red while I ride back to back Half pint of cognac in my Gucci backpack Nigga this ain't no game, we ain't playing Blackjack (Pow!) Make me bend on your block, like I got a bad back (Ahhhh) Mi-Mi-Might move to Orlando like Shaq Pulled up to Outback in the matte black 'Lac (Skrrr!) Roll the red carpet out, like Hollywood access (Bitch) All this fucking ice, y'all should call me treasure chest I might pour a six in my peach Sunkist Strawberry wrist, Caticorn to Saks Fifth [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Pull up to the Saks, and the kids go "that's him?" They selling candy, I gave them all fifty, it's that simple 30 in the clip, 30 on the wrist (Bling) Niggas loose lips sink Titanic ships (Skrrr) She opened up her box, like I had a gift They like, how these niggas cross you and you ain't mad at them? Glock got no kickback, like a white man can't jump (Huh?) You know I won't come, if my gang can't come (3D!) Shawty know Chief Sosa kick it like Danielson You wanna makeover, bitch I can buy you one (Ay) [Verse 3: Riff Raff] Uh, Riff F&N with fudge handle Khaki color, with peach bandana Moonwalk, like Tony Danza Who's the boss? Dale Dan Tony Ride through the night with a white pony (Woah, pint) I sip syrup a lot in a white Sprite Chief Keef likes to keep it real muddy Double cup, pint sipping buddy Karate chop on peanut butter Work day, worst day, first day Charlie chopper in a briefcase Aquaberry blue Batman, catscan on the back of my right hand [Verse 4: Chief Keef] Me and gang, four deep NBA gang, floor seats Flaming dope, blunt somes up They threaten to call the police Nigga, you don't know me You know I get that dope cheese Steady buying PT-T's, but that shit is O-E We at yo' chin like a goatee She thirsty to throw at me They hate me, they so be Time to count the checks, be lowkey Please do not approach me Trying to provoke me Got a rifle in case they assault me