Lyrical Breakdown of SUMMA DAT - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SUMMA DAT" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how DaBaby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "SUMMA DAT" 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 DaBaby 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 DaBaby's narrative.

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Gimme some turn up (gimme some raw shit) Gimme some shit that's gon' make niggas Pull out they pistols and commit a murder (summa dat uh) But only if they got to, oh my God, I shot you I snuck in this bitch with my burner (with that boom) Yeah, I'm that nigga they heard of, uh Givin' out shells no turkey Pullin' up Double R in this bitch swervin' She didn't wanna do that on Monday I ain't trippin' text back came And brought me that pussy on Thursday In this bitch with that blicky they heard me (and they heard) Take them balls and she dribble no jersey Take that meat, and she eat it no burger (she eat) Fuck with me gotta be freaky, no virgin (no V) Niggas buying hoes sneakers and purses (can't believe) Niggas buying hoes sneakers and purses Two hundred pounds of OG for my verses (two hundred) And I still got that pussy for free I ain't paying no hoe to fuck me, bitch I'm perfect (uh-uh) Still might get you a flight if you worth it I been turned down for a minute I can pay Have me walk down on a nigga (fuck 'em) He can die now got him got him felons (go) He get bust down when you spin 'em (yeah) If she ain't a slut gotta get on (gone) Can I get fucked when I get home? (Dee) Cap ass rap niggas just getting juiced I been turned up since a flip phone, yeah If she ain't a slut gotta get on, gone Can I get fucked when I get home? (yeah) Lace ya shoes up put the fit on nigga Hoppin' out the truck with that shit on lookin' like Gimme some turn up (I need some raw shit) Gimme some shit that's gon' make niggas Pull out they pistols and commit a murder (summa dat uh) But only if they got to, oh my God, I shot you I snuck in this bitch with my burner (with that boom) Yeah, I'm that nigga they heard of, uh Givin' out shells no turkey Pullin' up Double R in this bitch swervin', bitch Baby On Baby 2 Yeah Uh Go