[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!
Like "Almighty Sosa, that's you? Smoking on dope with your crew?"
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 shooting shit up like Rambo
But the judge gonna lock me up for smoking a little dope (fuck rehab)
[Hook: Chief Keef x2]
[Verse 2: Blood Money]
Who are you? Where are you from? Bitch, I'm a Glo, is you dumb?
Somebody cut out his tongue, blow that four nickel with him
You might not have no more arms, 22k for my charm
Fuck is you doing? I'm money pursuing, I'm probably some kin to Saddam
Too many uppers, I'm numb, too many uppers, I'm numb
See the Glo Gang and they run, see the Glo Gang and they run
I'm 'bout to go buy me some guns, when they releasing my funds?
Run up on every M.O.B. that I see, leave them with half of a lung
My migo just sent me a ton, I paid them, I owe 'em for one
You turning, we talking with guns, you owe me, I come for your son
Don't play with my niggas, my niggas not going for nu'un
It's sticking on niggas like gum
Bitch, you ain't making no funds, I see you on TV, you bum
Sosa'll buck, we might just go shoot up a club
That shit ain't gon' cost but a dub
My lawyer gon' give me some plug (fuck rehab)
