TREASURE CHEST lyrics

[Verse 1: Riff Raff & Chief Keef]
Yeah, Cranberry red while I ride back to back
Half pint of cognac in my Gucci backpack
n*gga 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 (b*tch)
All this f*cking 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)
n*ggas loose lips sink Titanic ships (Skrrr)
She opened up her box, like I had a gift
They like, how these n*ggas 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, b*tch 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
n*gga, you don't know me
You know I get that dope cheese
Steady buying PT-T's, but that sh*t 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