Lyrical Breakdown of 100 Shooters - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "100 Shooters" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "100 Shooters" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.

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Tay Keith fuck these niggas up Yeah, The Wizrd, woo Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face Fuck the bitch, broke her heart She think we still a thing Three choppers sittin' in the car, we playin' it real safe Fifty millions dollars in cash, that's a cold case Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Yeah, uh, 50 mill' buried in my safe, that's a graveyard Fucked the bitch, seen her with her man, I had to play it off DreamChasers we just like a label, we got A&Rs Famous hoe, she threw me that pussy and I'ma slay her raw Yeah, you are now welcome to the Player's Ball (You're welcome) Whole lotta money lotta rich shit, yeah (Wow, wow) Hundred shooters, I can get your clique hit (Wow, wow) Get my dick suck in the Lambo while I stick shift Big shit, baby, it's the big fish, only VVS' in my necklace and my wrist lit I could wipe my ass with these hunnids, I'm the shit bitch Shot up in her DM like James Harden, it went swish, swish I'm sippin' Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face Fuck the bitch, broke her heart She think we still a thing Three choppers sitin' in the car, we playin' it real safe Fifty millions dollars in cash, that's a cold case Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside I've been gettin' richer and richer Damn near piss on bitches I've been thinkin' deeper and deeper Kill the opps, fuck their sisters Fuck the Catholics, send my Christians Semi-automatic, I got vision Diamond cuts and they princess, nigga No rap cap, gave away Bentleys, nigga Got a car for a watch, got a watch for a house Semi-automatic Glock, get you block washed out Bad bitch tried to rape me, tried to pull my cock out I got murder money, so this shit can get hostile Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face Fuck the bitch, broke her heart She think we still a thing Three choppers sitin' in the car, we playin' it real safe Fifty millions dollars in cash, that's a cold case Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Knowles Ave, they your clique come slide Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside (Brrr) Yeah, all my bitches treat me just like God I told her jump, bitch ask "How high?" (Oh, really?) Opps said that I'ma die, I ain't dead One in the head, put it right to your head, bitch (Brr, bah, bah) Give a fuck about the feds, I ain't scared (No) I ain't put down my gun, I ain't Craig (Boom, boom, boom) Yeah, flexin' on the 'Gram then I'm slidin' in the DM Only time Doe busy playing 'round is with your BM, uh Got a 100 shooters parked outside And they gon' kill you when you walk outside Perrier-Jouët, no tap water, this the real face Fuck the bitch, broke her heart She think we still a thing Three choppers sitin' in the car, we playin' it real safe Fifty millions dollars in cash, that's a cold case Spent so much cash on Chanel, they wanna see ID Bust down on her, Oochie Wally, I'm so sincere Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside Got a 100 shooters sittin' outside