Blurry - Chief Keef

Ask grandma for fifty, grandma she gave me a hundred

I ran off with the money, then brought back some money

Smoking green dope shit reekin like fried onions

I take any money, hoes, money, hoes, money

I be trapping, I ain’t lacking, nigga I ain’t worried

I will let my Glock blow, nigga I ain’t scared

I’m a warrior with a thirty, nigga I ain’t Curry

Check out my watch nigga my diamonds nigga, they ain’t blurry

I was in volcanos eating on some curry

But wanting to hit thirty-four bitch that’s Eddy Curry

I’m still smoking loud even though you hear me

Bitch I’m in the field White Sox Paul Konerko

Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario

To that bitch that gave me head last night nerdy ho

Throwing money in the club I’m a pitcher run your’s up

And I swear my watch a thot, it is a lil flirty ho

Pull up doing hits, eating on some cereal

White chocolate, white milk, red cheerios

Shoot the red guts out a nigga material

Bitch I’m trapping in my trap dancing like Lil TerRio

White 'vette, pull up red interior

Engine too damn loud, I’m not hearing ya

Four nickel on my hip, I’m not fearing ya

Hollows hit your face it’s bacteria

Bitch I’m trapping out the hemi-a

Bitch I’m trapping with the semi tucked

Got a thousand for a hundred pack then pick it up

Nigga said can he be Glo I’m not feeling ya

Bitch I’m in the trap I’m counting all these silly bucks

Dirty money, but it came in clean as fuck

All this jewelry on got me blinging up

Nigga want war, tell him send it up