Blurry
Tadoe Lyrics


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(Sosa on the beat)
Ayy, tell this nigga say he
Want what? He want what?
Call your phone and say who?
Man, I don't know what the fuck she want, man
That bitch got me fucked up
I ask grandma for fifty
She gave me a hundred
Shit, I brought her back some money
I was trappin' and shit but I trap with shit
Gang in this bitch damn Grandma
I can't get a hundred to fuck around
With and get off the block?
Don't say nothin' when I get locked up now
Shit, she don't even wanna
Give no hundred though
She gave to me though, she gave me fifty
Nah, I brought back a hundred
She gave me fifty ayy, ayy, ayy
Hahaha, ayy

Ask grandma for fifty (Grandma)
She gave me a hundred (A hundred)
I ran off with the money (Money, yoom)
Then brought back some money
(Then brought back some money)
Smoking green dope (Dope)
Shit reekin' like fried onions (Shit reekin')
I take any money
(Any money) , foreign money or rap money
I be trappin', I ain't lackin', nigga
I ain't worried
(I ain't lackin', I ain't worried)
I will let my gun blow, nigga, I ain't scared
(Nigga, I ain't scared)
I'm a warrior with a thirty, nigga
I ain't Curry
Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga
They ain't blurry (Nigga, they ain't blurry)
Blurry, blurry, blurry, blurry

I was in Wokcano's eatin' on some curry
(Eatin' on some curry)
But wanting to hit thirty-four, bitch
That's Eddy Curry (Bang, bang, bang)
I'm still smokin' loud (Tooka)
Even though you hear me (You hear me)
Bitch, I'm in the field, White Sox
Paul Konerko (Paul Konerko)
Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario
(Belasario)
Told that bitch that gave me head last night
Nerdy hoe (Lil nerdy hoe)
Throwin' money in the club, I'm a pitcher
Run yours up (Run yours up)
And I swear my watch a thot
It is a lil flirty hoe (Flirty hoe)
Pull up doin' hit's, eating on some cereal
(Some cereal)
White chocolate, white milk, red Cheerio's
(Red Cheerio's)
Shoot the red guts out a nigga
Red gut material (Bang, bang, skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, I'm trappin' in my trap
Dancin' like Lil TerRio (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Ask grandma for fifty (Grandma)
She gave me a hundred (A hundred)
I ran off with the money (Money, yoom)
Then brought back some money
(Then brought back some money)
Smoking green dope (Dope)
Shit reekin' like fried onions (Shit reekin')
I take any money
(Any money) , foreign money or rap money
I be trappin', I ain't lackin', nigga
I ain't worried
(I ain't lackin', I ain't worried)
I will let my gun blow, nigga, I ain't scared
(Nigga, I ain't scared)
I'm a warrior with a thirty, nigga
I ain't Curry
Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga
They ain't blurry (Nigga, they ain't blurry)

Gang, gang
White 'vette, pull up red interior
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Engine too damn loud, I'm not hearin' ya
(Ha, ha)
Four nickel on my hip, I'm not fearin' ya
(Nah, nah)
Hollows hit your face it's bacteria
(Bop, bop, skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, I'm trappin' out the hemi-a
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, I'm trappin' with the semi tucked
(Skrrt, skrrt, dududuh)
Got a thousand for a hundred pack
Then pick it up (Ha, ha)
Nigga said can he be Glo, I'm not feeling ya
(Nah, nah) bitch, I'm in the trap
I'm countin' all these silly bucks
(Fff, beep)
Dirty money, but it keep me clean as fuck
(Gang)
All this jewelry on got me blinging up
(Bling, bling)
Nigga want war, tell him set it up
(Bang bang, grah, bang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, bang, bang

Ask grandma for fifty (Grandma)
She gave me a hundred (A hundred)
I ran off with the money (Money, yoom)
Then brought back some money
(Then brought back some money)
Smoking green dope (Dope)
Shit reekin' like fried onions (Shit reekin')
I take any money
(Any money) , foreign money or rap money
I be trappin', I ain't lackin', nigga
I ain't worried
(I ain't lackin', I ain't worried)
I will let my gun blow, nigga, I ain't scared
(Nigga, I ain't scared)
I'm a warrior with a thirty, nigga
I ain't Curry




Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga
They ain't blurry (Nigga, they ain't blurry)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Tadoe Chief Keef's song "Blurry" depict a reckless and carefree lifestyle centered around money, drugs, and the trap lifestyle. The song starts with Tadoe expressing frustration towards a woman who seems to want something from him but he is unsure of what it is. He then talks about asking his grandmother for fifty dollars, but she ends up giving him a hundred. He proceeds to use the money for his trap activities, and even jokes about how he can't even get a hundred dollars to mess around with and leave the block. Despite his grandmother's initial hesitation, he is able to bring back a hundred dollars.


As the song continues, Tadoe talks about his involvement in the drug trade and his fearlessness in handling weapons. He confidently asserts that he is not lacking in any way and is ready to use his gun if necessary. He compares himself to a warrior and even mentions basketball player Stephen Curry to emphasize his skill and confidence. Tadoe then mentions some personal experiences, such as enjoying a meal at a restaurant called Wokcano while longing for a more luxurious lifestyle and referencing baseball player Paul Konerko. He also boasts about his ability to throw money around in the club and his flashy watch. The song concludes with Tadoe affirming his commitment to his trap life and his readiness for any conflict that may arise.


Overall, "Blurry" paints a picture of a young man immersed in the fast-paced and dangerous world of the trap scene, where money, drugs, and weapons are prominent. It reflects the braggadocious and audacious nature of Chief Keef's music, showcasing a lifestyle that many might find controversial or concerning.


Line by Line Meaning

Ask grandma for fifty (Grandma)
I asked my grandmother for fifty dollars


She gave me a hundred (A hundred)
Instead of giving me fifty, she gave me one hundred dollars


I ran off with the money (Money, yoom)
I took the money and left quickly


Then brought back some money
But later, I returned with even more money


Smoking green dope (Dope)
I am smoking marijuana


Shit reekin' like fried onions (Shit reekin')
The smell of the weed is strong, like fried onions


I take any money (Any money)
I am willing to accept all kinds of money, whether it's from illegal activities or the music industry


Foreign money or rap money
It doesn't matter if the money comes from international sources or from making music


I be trappin', I ain't lackin', nigga
I am engaged in illegal activities and always prepared, I don't lack anything


I ain't worried (I ain't lackin', I ain't worried)
I am not concerned, as I am well-equipped and confident


I will let my gun blow, nigga, I ain't scared (Nigga, I ain't scared)
I am not afraid to use my firearm if necessary


I'm a warrior with a thirty, nigga
I am a fierce warrior armed with a .30 caliber gun


Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga
Take a look at my expensive watch and the diamonds that adorn it


They ain't blurry (Nigga, they ain't blurry)
The diamonds are so clear and shiny, there is no blurriness


I was in Wokcano's eatin' on some curry (Eatin' on some curry)
I was dining at Wokcano's restaurant, enjoying a curry dish


But wanting to hit thirty-four, bitch, That's Eddy Curry (Bang, bang, bang)
However, my real desire is to make thirty-four thousand dollars, referencing basketball player Eddy Curry's jersey number


I'm still smokin' loud (Tooka), Even though you hear me (You hear me)
I continue to smoke strong marijuana, regardless of whether or not people notice or hear me


Bitch, I'm in the field, White Sox, Paul Konerko (Paul Konerko)
I am present in the dangerous neighborhood, representing the White Sox baseball team and specifically mentioning player Paul Konerko


Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario (Belasario)
My associates will take action against you, referring to baseball player Ronald Belisario


Told that bitch that gave me head last night, Nerdy hoe (Lil nerdy hoe)
I insulted a girl who performed oral sex on me the previous night, calling her a nerd


Throwin' money in the club, I'm a pitcher, Run yours up
I am making it rain with money at the club, as if I were a skilled baseball pitcher, and encouraging others to make their own money


And I swear my watch a thot, It is a lil flirty hoe
I jokingly claim that my watch is promiscuous, suggesting it is flirtatious and attracts attention


Pull up doin' hit's, eating on some cereal (Some cereal)
Arriving at the scene while committing criminal acts, casually eating cereal


White chocolate, white milk, red Cheerio's (Red Cheerio's)
Consuming a breakfast cereal that consists of white chocolate, white milk, and red-colored Cheerios


Shoot the red guts out a nigga, Red gut material (Bang, bang, skrrt, skrrt)
I will shoot a person, causing their internal organs to spill out, resulting in a bloody scene


Bitch, I'm trappin' in my trap, Dancin' like Lil TerRio (Skrrt, skrrt)
I am engaged in illegal activities within my territory, feeling confident and energetic like the young internet sensation Lil TerRio


Gang, gang, White 'vette, pull up red interior (Skrrt, skrrt)
Representing my gang, I drive a white Corvette with a red interior, making a flashy entrance


Engine too damn loud, I'm not hearin' ya (Ha, ha)
The engine noise is so loud that it drowns out any other sounds, indicating that I am not interested in what others have to say


Four nickel on my hip, I'm not fearin' ya (Nah, nah)
I carry a .45 caliber pistol on my hip, showing that I am not afraid of anyone


Hollows hit your face it's bacteria (Bop, bop, skrrt, skrrt)
If the hollow point bullets hit your face, it will cause severe damage, comparable to bacteria contamination


Bitch, I'm trappin' out the hemi-a (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I am engaging in illegal activities using a high-performance Hemi vehicle


Bitch, I'm trappin' with the semi tucked (Skrrt, skrrt, dududuh)
I am involved in illegal activities while carrying a semi-automatic firearm securely hidden


Got a thousand for a hundred pack, Then pick it up (Ha, ha)
I am willing to pay one thousand dollars for a hundred packs of illegal substances and quickly collect the product


Nigga said can he be Glo, I'm not feeling ya (Nah, nah)
Someone asked if they could become part of my crew, but I am not interested in them


Bitch, I'm in the trap, I'm countin' all these silly bucks (Fff, beep)
I am currently in the location where illegal activities take place, counting a large sum of money and finding it amusing


Dirty money, but it keep me clean as fuck (Gang)
Even though the money I earn comes from illegal activities, it provides me with a luxurious lifestyle and a sense of cleanliness


All this jewelry on got me blinging up (Bling, bling)
My numerous pieces of expensive jewelry make me shine and stand out


Nigga want war, tell him set it up (Bang bang, grah, bang)
If someone wants to engage in conflict, I challenge them to initiate it and prepare for the consequences




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@LilBoom

Crazy how the cover alone giving me flashbacks to my past

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u have great music taste i see u in everything i listen to

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@LilBoom

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@deedavis926

Nigga went crazy , slept on mixtape .

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