Lyrical Breakdown of GTFO - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "GTFO" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Doechii weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "GTFO" 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 Doechii 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 Doechii's narrative.
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Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, yeah, ah
Got my-, move
Get the fuck out my (way, bitch)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (uh)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the fuck out my way
Move, bitch, get out the way
If you plan on heavy steppin', girl, you better chassé
Peter Piper pimpin' poker, call me Mrs. Parlay
And I'm carryin' these bitches like my period late
Why you say I do that shit when I didn't do that shit?
Pull up lookin' like a lick, then I sped off in a Benz
Victoria's Secret, she in lingerie and shit
Two feet, kickin' shit, we on lean just doin' shit (oh yeah)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (uh)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (move, ooh)
Get the fuck out my way (bitch)
Pussy bitch, get thee fuck, get the whip, my Bentley truck
Pussy ho keep startin' shit, Blicky make her dive and duck
Blicky make her dive and duck, extendo make her hokey-po
Line these pussy bitches up and make 'em do the do-si-do
Go on, bitch, I got the clip and the banana, two-tone, bitch
I feel like Thanos in this bitch, I'm too stoned, bitch
I be like, fft, fft, fft, fft, then I'm gone, bitch
I be like, fft, then I'm gone
Higher than a drone, pussy ho, leave me alone
I be on these bitches minds, in they heads just like a comb
I'm too grown, I'm too on, I'm too rich, and I'm too stoned
What the fuck is you on? Get the fuck out my home, uh, yeah
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (uh-huh)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (move, bitch)
Get the fuck out my way
Bitch, move, bitch, scram, I go apeshit, I go ham
Swear I fuck me up a bitch, swear I fight me up a man
Talkin' shit on Instagram, see me and start stutterin'
I'll stomp a bitch out in my fancy Timberlands
I'm drinking porn-star martinis
In my itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot bikini
You wanna be me, you can't be me
Hoes give me the heebie-jeebies, hoes give me the (uh)
I don't wanna mingle, you know what to do when you see me
No, I'm serious, though (yo)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (uh-huh)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (move)
Get the fuck out my way, bitch (move, ooh)
Get the fuck out my way (bitch)