Lyrical Breakdown of Red Opps - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Red Opps" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Red Opps" 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 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
I pull up roll the window down and
(Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)
I pull up roll the window down and
(Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)
I pull up roll the window down and
(Pew, pew, pew)
I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit
Take a nigga bitch
Nigga you's a bitch 'cause I ran off with ya shit
I'm a real right Blood and these niggas counterfeit
You don't pull up on the Ave pussy boy you get dipped
I bought a brand new drop and then I poured me up some drop
Y'all say real street nigga, ya'll ain't on no block
Bitch, keep your legs closed 'cause all I want is top
I pull up and pew, pew, pew, y'all gone call the cops
21
I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo' momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Two guns up
I don't give a fuck
I'm a big dog lil' nigga you a pup
Pull up on ya spot walk up on it shoot it up
Yo' bitch she on the molly yeah I got her booted up
You said you was trappin' but I heard that's a lie (Bitch)
Baking soda, cold water, cut the stove on, scrape the side
You can keep the skinny bitch 'cause I like a fat ass and thighs
Bitch I'm Young Savage yo' baby daddy know not to try
I just bought a pistol it got 30 rounds in it
Pull up at yo' momma house and put some rounds in it
Wet a nigga block and watch them niggas drown in it
Hunnid round drum gun a nigga down with it
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit
Slaughter Gang shit, Murder Gang shit