Lyrical Breakdown of Shooters - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shooters" 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 "Shooters" 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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Bitch I get my guap and I get my way
If you're lookin' for me, I'm in MIA
Bitch I got some zoes up in M.I.A
And we totin' poles up in M.I.A
Bitch I got some Bloods that hang in L.A.
I got some Bloods that hang in the A, ay
I got some shooters in Memphis, my trullas, ay
They totin' rulers, extendos on Uzis, ay
Them my shooters, ay
Them my motherfucking shooters, ay
Bitch I have my shooters do a hit off a scooter, ay
Breaking bullets like motherfucking rulers
Chop a badass like motherfucking boosie
I got a AK, same height Kay-Kay
I let it spray-spray like doo-doo-doo-bang-bang
Get out my way-way, scooter-scoot, hang me, ay
Pull up on you, let my shooters go cray-cray
I'm 'bout my dough, off my dope and I keep my pole
Better know when I see a opp I heat down throat
Got some shooters in VA
Got some shooters and they Glo
But I know for me they gon' be shooting up a storm, ay
Keep my tool with me like just like my wand, ay
It's gon' do for me just like my woman, ay
All this ice on me bitch, look at my wand
Nigga don't like me but this bitch nut to my porn
Bitch I get my guap and I get my way
If you're lookin' for me, I'm in MIA
Bitch I got some zoes up in M.I.A
And we totin' poles up in M.I.A
Bitch I got some Bloods that hang in L.A.
I got some Bloods that hang in the A, ay
I got some shooters in Memphis, my trullas, ay
They totin' rulers, extendos on Uzis, ay
And them my shooters