Fuck Rehab Chief Keef (Ft. Blood Money)

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Oh, oh-oh (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck rehab (Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck rehab (Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck rehab (Oh nah, ayy, phew) Bang (Oh nah, bang, bang)
Fuck rehab (Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) (Almighty, ayy)
(I mean) Fuck rehab (Oh, oh, oh, oh) (Can you hear me now? Good)
(Almighty) Just see shells (Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck rehab (Oh nah, nah, nah), fuck rehab (Nah)
Fuck rehab (Ayy, oh nah)
Fuck rehab (Oh, nah, ayy, oh)
Just see shells (Oh, oh, ayy, oh nah)
Bullets flying like mail (Ayy ayy)
Fuck rehab

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
(Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) Fuck rehab
(Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) Fuck rehab
(Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) Fuck rehab
(Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) Fuck rehab

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I be smoking dope, what you mean?
Niggas be like "Don't try Almighty Sosa, he got them things"
Them bitches go "ping-ping!", 30 in this ning ding!
Fuck rehab, rehab make me laugh
Bitch, I'd rather be up in jail, getting a lot of mail!
Ayy, like "Almighty Sosa, that's you? (Ayy, yeah)
Smoking on dope with your crew?" (Ayy, yeah)
You don't know me? What the fuck you talking 'bout?
Nigga, all I remember is selling dope out grandma house
Let me get them hitters, I'm coming out the cut, getting loud now
And that ain't even registered, they come and clean the shit up like Pine-Sol
I could be on the block running 'round shootin' shit up like Rambo
But the judge gonna lock me up for smoking a little dope (Fuck rehab)