Lyrical Breakdown of Shoot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shoot" 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 "Shoot" 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.
- 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 21 Savage's narrative.
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I'mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me
Gang!
We ain't playin' with this niggas man
Ay we different nigga
Boss shit!
I just say it two times with this money, money and it's on me, on me
Why you tweakin' ain't my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I'mma spaz, spaz
Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)
Get the shots nigga, woah (21)
That stick gon' sweep a nigga up,
You better not hit the floor
SWAT team, Mossberg, comin' through the door
Tommy gun woah
Trench coat woah
Lil' bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrape the bowl (skrt)
Motorola beeping
VVSs fleekin' (fleek)
Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin'
I just pulled up on yo' main bitch and you know she freaky (I did)
She know I ain't no sleeper (ya dig)
Time to call a uber (21)
Young Savage man I bought a draco for my shooter (21, 21)
MAC 11 smoke yo' baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig)
We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up)
Clip long like a ruler (straight up!)
I just say it two times with this money, money and it's on me, on me
Why you tweakin' ain't my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I'mma spaz, spaz
Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)
Me I just came out of poverty
I just spent 50 on property
I'm from the streets to the gun violence
Glocks annihilate you probably
I pour up a four for my dead guys
My hood is more than a block to me
I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain't no opps with me
Bitches want sex I want all mouth
We be them niggas they talkin' 'bout
I'm saucin' I'm walkin', I'm Wayne now
Don't treat I'm coolin' with gang now
Overdose I'm like Wayne now
Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans
Now we spend 50 on chains now
And we put 50 on things now
Booty died from dialysis
Opp niggas was the happiest
The city know we be wacking shit
Real killa, ain't know accident
Crackin' calls with the MACs and shit
Got the pounds and I'm matchin' shit
Guns and dope in the mattress shit
Fuck nigga with the actin' shit
Gang!
I just say it twp times with this money, money and it's on me, on me
Why you tweakin' ain't my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I'mma spaz, spaz
Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)