Lyrical Breakdown of Brand New Draco [ChopNotSlop Remix] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Brand New Draco [ChopNotSlop Remix]" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage feat. Metro Boomin weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Brand New Draco [ChopNotSlop Remix]" 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 21 Savage feat. Metro Boomin employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah (Metro) We ain't giving out smoke, we giving out embalming fluid Spin that shit every day, every night Back to back to back to back to back Y'all niggas can't even trap, nothing Post up, nothing, kick with the hoes, barbeque, nothing We spinning back to back Two weeks, three weeks straight, on God, nigga Big 4L, pussy Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21) When the police hit the lights I do not slow down (on God, on God, on God, straight up) Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (pyoom) I'm rich for real, I could press a button And make the opps go down (nah, facts, pussy boy) Maybach with the shade (straight up) Brand new CTS all red like the Braves (on God) Y'all just started slidin', we was slidin' back in the day (21) 21 Gang, woodgrain on the K (21) Big Slaughter, nigga, big dagger in my face (straight up) Ski mask, fuck a camera, gun him down on tape (on God) Breaking news, FOX 5, pussy, we don't play (straight up) I call my Hellcat OVO 'cause it keep a Drac' (facts) Red dot, headshot, pussy DOA (21) Count me a ten in one minute Count a whole hundred in ten minutes (on God) Nigga need to call they hood Beyblades 'Cause all we do is spin in it (on God) I own me a couple establishments I ain't worried 'bout your business (21) Y'all running 'round here gossipin' I'm tryna make me more millions (pussy) Ridin' with a stick in the hotbox I ain't never put my phone in it (pussy) We call your main bitch pussy hood 'Cause all we do is joan in it (pussy) Money the only paperwork I put my bros in (pussy) Somebody please unthaw my ears 'cause they frozen Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot go down (21, 21) When the police hit the lights I do not slow down (on God, on God, on God, straight up) Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (pyoom) I'm rich for real, I could press a button And make the opps go down (nah, facts, pussy boy) Charge him with theft by taking 'cause his drip stolen (pussy) Trap spot in the neighborhood is 60 Rolling (pussy) Had to do CPR, I got your bitch choking (pussy) Selling Percocets, weed, bar, and cocaine So many choppers in the spot, we leave the door open (21) Put the water in the pot, then you stick the fork in Put some holes in your shirt, now it's red, soakin' (21) I ain't runnin' from no smoke, period, semi-colon (21) You wanna hold somethin', I got plenty shells (21) I don't even want no smoke, niggas gon' tattletale (on God) I don't even play with people's kids Go play Battlefield (straight up) I'm from the East, home of the murders You niggas'll die out here (21) They like to box, we like to pop, both of us bodybuild (on god) You can get hit with one of them guns from my adlib (straight up) You gon' fuck around and get chopped, lil' karate kid (pussy) I ain't seen him in a minute but ask if God did (pussy) Saint Laurent sweater Rock Balenciaga when I rock the Barett-er (21) Shoutout Robert Kraft, fell in love with the cheddar (on God) Beat a rapper ass, Def Jam Vendetta (bitch) When it come to shh, we got plenty Eating Ruth's Chris, I done burnt out on the Beni (21) And I eat, sleep, shit, fuck with the semi (on God) Screaming fuck friends, family first, rocking Fendi (21)