Lyrical Breakdown of PS (Pants Sag) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PS (Pants Sag)" 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 "PS (Pants Sag)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Ayy, yeah zaytoven, goddamn (Yur)
What you on though? (Yur)
Gettin' guap right? (Yur)
Thanks for the care package nigga (yeah)
Dropped down in a nick of time
(Huh, huh, huh)
Got them Perc's, we don't pop em' though
(Huh, huh, huh)
Do this shit for real nigga (Gang)
I'ma let my pants sag, shawty
I'ma let my pants sag, shawty
She like "why you let your pants sag?"
This that F&N swag
Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
Just another day, just another day
My kicks a thousand grams, girl
Pants cost me them bands, dad
I weren't giving a damn, miss, pardon me
You startled me
My chains filled with currency, ice attack
Emergency turn this bitch to murder
Scene, hurry please, he burgundy
Shirt off, a lotta tax
I can smoke a hunnid racks
Got Chief Sosa pack, I switched that
They was smokin' that
Eighty racks in these fuckin' jeans
Make my pants sag
Chain swag, chain swang, wrist Glo
Range Flash
SosaToven, cash in these dragon pants
F&N hangin' out my pocket give you bad skin
Red Porsche with the frog lights
And the paper tag nigga run up on us
Hang him upside down and shake his ass
I'ma let my pants sag, 40 make my pants sag
F&N make my pants sag
Ratchet make my pants sag
I got so much jewelry on me
I get so much money, homie
I got so much jewelry on yet
I think I need a clone
Pants sag, pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
I got too much jewlery on me
Got too many shots on me
Pants sag, pants sag, damn
I got a stupid swag
If you let them get it first, up your cock
Shoot it back
Hold the strap lower than a Lambo'
In a Lambo', dust his ass, call it M code
Diamond ducka run it
Think I got it from a dutcher
Watch goin' crazy, spanish miss at the snow
Throwin' up the bankroll
Fuckin' up the bankroll
It's Dominican, keep sacks, had them pesos
Higher than G6, flyer than a Aero
G's L's up solo in the waterfall
Sosa make pesos, Sosa get Dinero
Send it to me, give it to me
Keep it on a dealo shoot him with the 44
Shoot him like a free throw
I can up somethin' that's bigger than yo ego
I'ma let my pants sag, 40 make my pants sag
F&N make my pants sag
Ratchet make my pants sag
I got so much jewelry on me
I get so much money, homie
I got so much jewelry on yet
I think I need a clone
Pants sag, pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
I got too much jewlery on me
Got too many shots on me
Pants sag, pants sag, damn
I got a stupid swag
If you let them get it first, up your cock
Shoot it back
Tadoe pants keep saggin' to the floor
40 get to the speedin'
Ball's you ain't gettin' the sheets
I hold 60 grands up in my pants
And it got my pants keep fallin' off my ass
I got racks on racks on top of racks
We got straps and stacks on back bag
I hold 80 cash in my jeans (80)
I pull that shit out on 'em and make 'em mad
(So mad) i got 40 cash plus I got a FN
So if you try me I'ma shoot
You once then shoot you again
So if you tryna rob me
I'ma shoot the shorty shorty
I got a 40 grand plus I got a
40 pants plus I got a banger
Huh, bang bang, huh, brrr, huh, bang
Bang, huh, huh, bang bang, brr
I got so much jewelry on yet
I think I need a clone
Bang, huh, bang bang, huh
Brrr, gang gang bang, huh
If you let them get it first, up your cock
Shoot it back shoot it back, ayy, brrr
Shoot it back, ayy, brrr
Shoot it back, ayy, brrr shoot it back, ayy