Lyrical Breakdown of Pull Up Music - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pull Up Music" 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 "Pull Up Music" 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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Let me get back on my hustle
Fuck a friend, it's off the muscle (Ah)
You smoking dick, you think I trust you? (Mmm)
Burn a nigga like I'm Usher (Boom)
I don't go back and forth all on the internet
Have no interest for discussion (No)
Pull her hair and choke her while we fucking
I prolly give her a concussion
I need a plate and I ain't tryna wait
I'm so fucking hungry I could starve (Mmm)
My nigga snuck in with the rod (Ay)
I'm bout whatever, that's on God
I go to jail, I pay the bond
Please don't waste my fucking time
Hate on me I hit your hoe (Hoe)
Play with me I get that iron (Uh)
Can we fucking keep a secret?
That's a forty, bitch, I keep it (Boom)
My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican (Uh)
I fuck her every other weekend (Uh)
They swagga jacking, I can peep it
These nigga jacking my steelo (Uh)
Bitch it's a brick, it's a kilo (Brick)
I beat a nigga up like Deebo (Ha)
His bitch got at me on the d-low (Shh)
I'm wit my niggas shooting cee-lo (Uh)
Wouldn't run up on me, that's a no go (Brr)
I keep it on me like it's legal, bitch
They should've told you I'm coming
Nigga play with me, I mop it (It's up)
Pull up on me, think I'm bluffing? (Uh)
Buss it on ya have ya running (Brr)
Ya bitch can get it if she want it (Oh yeah)
I'm killing ya bitch from the back (Uh uh)
I smack her ass and keep her coming (Hey)
All my niggas, they a hunnid
Police behind me, I'm running (I'm gone)
My hoe make your hoe look ugly (Uh)
I don't do dimes, I do 20's (For real)
20 thousand on a Monday (Twenty)
30 thousand on a Tuesday (Mmm)
Caught ya bitch out on a Wednesday (Mmm)
She like my style, I had a choosing (Uhh)
Sleep on me and then you losing
Got a beam on the chopper (Boom)
Make you lean when I pop it (Uh)
Got some lean from the doctor (Ay)
Wherever you see me, I'm ready (Okay)
My name a weight, this shit heavy (Uh)
Got ya bitch face in my lap, parked at the Seven Eleven (Uh uh uh uh)
Yeah we at pump number nine (Uh)
This ain't no pump, this a iron (Yeah)
They ain't let me in with the forty (Huh), snuck in the back with the nine (Boom)
These nigga be acting and lying (Ha)
Posting up statuses crying (Oh yeah)
There really really ain't no real niggas (Ha)
And I'm bout to light the bih' line (Ayy)
DaBaby