Lyrical Breakdown of SHUT UP - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SHUT UP" 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 "SHUT UP" 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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Keep the pop in (yeah, bitch)
Let me pop 'em, let me pop 'em
Uh-huh, hold on, let me pop, let me pop it, let me pop it
Let me pop it (what you say? Nah, what you say? What you say?)
Look
Lil' nigga shut up (shut up, bitch)
I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (brrt)
I need a new number (shut up, bitch)
They know I'm the shit (prrt, ew)
I need a plunger (mmh, yeah)
Look at my bitch (goddamn)
I think I love her (okay, let's go, yeah, let me go)
How they let Baby get rich? (Let's go)
He be broad day with them sticks (let's go)
I do not play with no bitch (don't play)
And I been that way since like six (yeah)
And I was smokin' weed at age five (five)
My cousin doin' life, he Crip (he Crip)
I be jumpin' off the stage at my shows
Kevin Gates hoes grabbin' on my dick (yeah, yeah)
You lookin' for a lawsuit, pullin' out your camera
Didn't think I saw you, yeah, bitch
Had to stop takin' pictures
'Cause y'all be in your feelings
And I don't like to argue, yeah, bitch
Wanna see me on The Shade Room lookin' for a come up
Wanna see me pay you, huh? (Bitch)
And I'm the neighborhood hero
But I don't got my cape on
'Cause I'm not trying to save you, no, bitch
I be like
Lil' nigga shut up (shut up, bitch)
I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (brrt)
I need a new number (shut up, bitch)
They know I'm the shit (prrt, ew)
I need a plunger (mmh, yeah)
Look at my bitch (goddamn)
I think I love her (let's go, let me go, yeah, yeah yeah)
Lil' nigga shut up (shut up, bitch)
I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (brrt)
I need a new number (shut up, bitch)
They know I'm the shit (prrt, ew)
I need a plunger (mmh, yeah)
Look at my bitch (goddamn)
I think I love her (okay, let's go, let me go, yeah)
Number one album first week (first week)
Boujee on a bitch, don't speak (yeah)
How the fuck his songs sound the same? (How?)
But he laughing to the bank every week (ha)
Look at Baby shootin' past niggas (shoot)
Turn up on a stupid-ass nigga (fool)
She was real skinny when I met her (what'd you do?)
Fucked her 'til her booty got bigger (mmh, mmh)
I'ma let you niggas stay lost
Let you listen to the blogs
Let you think I ain't the goat, huh? (Uh)
Walk in with a big .45
And it's already cocked when I pull it out, don't run (boom, boom, boom)
Your nigga know I'm still 'bout whatever (uh-huh)
I took his bitch and my bitch out together
Hold on, hold on man, stop that motherfuckin' music, man
I'm the best muthafuckin' rapper
No you not, all your shit sound the same, bruh
Lil' nigga shut up (shut up, bitch)
I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (brrt)
I need a new number (shut up, bitch)
They know I'm the shit (prrt, ew)
I need a plunger (mmh, yeah)
Look at my bitch (goddamn)
I think I love her (let's go, let me go, yeah, yeah yeah)
Lil' nigga shut up (shut up, bitch)
I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (brrt)
I need a new number (shut up, bitch)
They know I'm the shit (prrt, ew)
I need a plunger (mmh, yeah)
Look at my bitch (goddamn)
I think I love her (okay, let's go, yeah)
I heard he beat his fans
I heard he don't like to take pictures
I heard he married (he pushed that girl)
No, he not, he single (she just wanted a picture)
He beat 'em to a coma
I heard he fucked with ol' girl
He's Illuminati
He moved to Charlotte when he was seven
All y'all shut the fuck up, suck my dick, nigga
I work too hard to be explaining myself
I'm gone, shut the fuck up, nigga, ha