Lyrical Breakdown of SOCKS - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SOCKS" 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 "SOCKS" 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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County, 9-1-1, what's the address of
Sir is there any serious bleeding
I said yes, bro
Okay, is he completely alert?
Is he what?
Is he completely alert?
Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man, bro?
Sir, I'm asking you, is he completely alert?
He's neutralized (are you with him now?)
He's neutralized until you guys get here
Uh (Pooh, you a fool for this one), yeah, yeah, bitch
I end up hitting that hoe in my socks (go)
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that ho in my socks (go)
Popping shit how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking shit like my mama (come on)
Ready to hit like my pops (come on)
Come fuck around with me, fuck around
You gon' fuck around, get shot (let's go)
I ain't giving warnings to niggas, I'm stepping
Pull out that forty on niggas and uh
Pull out that forty on niggas and bless 'em
If you good with the Lord then I'll send you to heaven
If not, go to hell, lil' nigga
Trigger happy, I'mma drop shells, lil' nigga (go)
Bond money, we don't fuck with jail, lil' nigga
Anybody 'round me pay the bail and go get 'em
Hope that hatin' shit working out (uh)
The black and the white people both on my dick 'cause I'm versatile
It's Baby, that nigga you heard about
I fucked on her, she a squirter now
I like how she talk, I'm in love with her
I'm kidding, say whatever to get that lil' kitty
Niggas ever ain't tripping on titties (uh-uh)
Take this bread and go get me a glizzy
Fuck bitches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs
I see every time a nigga shit
Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama
And still my lil gangsta give me remy
Bitch, I been player, niggas silly (go)
If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night
Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyke
Yeah, yeah
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that ho in my socks (let's go)
Popping shit how I pop it, uh (pop it)
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking shit like my mama (mama)
Ready to hit like my pops (come on)
Come fuck around with me, fuck around with me
Fuck around, get shot (let's go)
Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry
I get angry like my brother G (let's go)
I was little, I pissed in the bed
Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef
I don't care how the fuck I go out
I bet it won't be 'bout no motherfucking freak
When I said I go out, I ain't talking 'bout dying
I ain't leaving no sooner than seventy three
I pulled up Chevelle, that's a seventy two
I do everything way better than you
Bitch ass niggas, I ain't caring what you do (uh-uh)
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't scary, I'mma shoot (ooh-ooh)
Bitch get missing, I ain't caring if she cute (bitch)
Nah, for real, probably keep it too real
Ain't no secret, can't keep my lil' chill
Niggas gon' eat dick just to keep that lil' deal
Lost twenty million for keeping it real (twenty mill')
Bitch, I ain't even tripping, I don't give a fuck about no money (uh-uh)
Long as I can take care of all my children
All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins (uh-huh)
They ain't yelling free Dashmond then it's fuck 'em
I just shot my bae mama some money, and told her I love her, I'm thuggin
And I end up
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that ho in my socks (go)
Popping shit how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock (that Glick)
Talking shit like my mama (come on, yeah))
Ready to hit like my pops (hit)
Come fuck around with me, fuck around me
Fuck around, get shot, nigga (bitch ass nigga)
(Boom, boom, boom, Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) yeah