Lyrical Breakdown of Ziploc - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ziploc" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ziploc" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2 Chainz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2 Chainz's narrative.
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(Mondo on the beat, what's poppin'?)
Tony, yeah
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Tony)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Ridin' with my dawgs, that's a pit stop (Pit stop)
Droppin' chicken off, that's a Wingstop (Wingstop)
Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah (Ooh)
Got the Draco in the headlock
Tryna dodge a cell block, nigga full of bedrock (Bedrock)
Got the whole look off the catwalk, uh
Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (Asphalt)
Shorty you so fine, have the look in your eyes
With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (Ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind, if you came on my side
Would've robbed you with the mask off (Mask off)
Told my young niggas don't crash out (Crash out)
Never let him know where the stash house (Stash house)
Millionaire friends with the blacked-out mirror
With the racks out, make his scale tap out (Tap out)
Turkey bag on top of turkey bags (Turkey bags)
Digit scale on top of digit scale (Digit scale)
Glock .40 on Glock .40 (Baow)
All while I had a record deal (Yeah)
Why a nigga stayed in Riverdale? (True)
Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (Damn)
Tried to charge nephew with a body
Somebody OD'd on Fentanyl
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Ooh)
Shakin' back off a juice fast
Gorilla died, went vegan
Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fast
Killers flyin' down seekin'
Fifteen spread, two or three bad looters (Shhh)
Ten grams tryna jump even
Cook 'em in Sprite, vanilla extract, still taste
We ain't been speakin'
Plug, I'm really one of them (Yeah)
The nigga you braggin' on, I probably fronted him
Your family put up for collateral
You go to ride in the passenger, punish him
Eight million dollars for a major ton load
Thirty-three M's when you get the clip goin'
Boat hit the dock, it was already sold
Real street nigga with a mouth full of gold (Bah-bah)
If I get arrested, my bail paid (Yeah)
Project, I stay by the railway (Yeah)
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for Chanel frames (Yeah)
Tracking device on the back of the car
But I'm thuggin', I know how to sell weight (Yeah)
Acquirin' my cut, I'm controllin' the gutter
Bitch, I'm from the slum where they sell age
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Ooh)
Let me tell y'all somethin'
Boy these niggas right, boy these niggas really cap
I'll run through the god damn apartment
Beating the block down, I'm talkin' 'bout stupid
Had them fifteens in the muhfucka
That esé said I'm gon' fold, nigga I ain't
Niggas talking 'bout, "Who the fuck that is?
Boy that nigga ain't gettin' money"
I said boy, fuck you boy
I been gettin' money, hell is you doin' boy?
You the lame ass fuck nigga everybody been talking about
Swear you was gettin' money, you are not gettin' money
Yeah, I know your sister, she always callin me, talkin bout
"Where he gettin' money? He really not gettin no money like that"
Yeah, yeah, I really told you the truth
Yeah I been hitting em