Lyrical Breakdown of F What the Opp Said - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "F What the Opp Said" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "F What the Opp Said" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.
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Fuck what the opp
Yeah, I'm runnin' fast as I can
Ayy, where you goin'?
On my way to pop these rubber bands
Twelve hundred dollar PT's 'cause I can (Quit that shit, man)
My bitch do ghetto shit with her friends
Bitch ass nigga flashin' with the Canon lens, huh
Poles in the kitchen with the pots and pans, goddamn
Fuck it, squeeze his top, click clock
Tick, tick, tick, tock, man, your girl a big bop, nigga
Yeah, know how we rock, nigga
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Better go get your guap, nigga
Stay away from them cops, nigga
Bitch, we been hot niggas
Got some Uzis and some Glocks for the block, nigga
Oh you lift up, don't come down, we at your top
Six still in the box, I'm damn near all he got
All this cash and sauce, need me a broom and a mop
Told me I ain't shit, baby, you stupid or not? ('Cause if you ain't stupid, I ain't shit)
Come over here, let me show you how to move the Glock
Poppin' out on a nigga like Jack-in-the-Box
Bitch, why you starin'? Oh, you like my fuckin' ice?
Think about plottin' on this lottery ticket, you gon' get a price
Treat that pussy like a carnival, tryna win me a prize
Went to my jeweler and bought me some ice
Swear I ain't even ask the price
I'm the same nigga stole your bike
Yeah, I'm vicious but I don't bite (Yeah baby, come here, shawty)
Get a thirty to a lil' pint (Baby Duwop, get this)
Had the F&N in my right (Huh, skrrt, skrrt)