Lyrical Breakdown of AYE SAY GANG - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "AYE SAY GANG" 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 "AYE SAY GANG" 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.
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Pluto, yeah, Pluto, yeah (Yeah)
Pluto, yeah (Ayy, say gang)
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (Ayy, say gang)
I just bought a bad bitch
I'm such a cash man (Ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it look like cow shit (Ayy, say gang)
Just popped another X pill, I need to be cautious (Ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs
Chew a nigga up like gum (What up?)
Skeeted until I got numb
I was so high, I couldn't feel when I cum (Ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread
Came from the blocks serving crumps (yeah)
Seven dollar pull up in the slum, gotta
Motivate a young nigga doing number
Youngin put a switch on a gun
Head off, sound like a bomb (Brrt)
Slime a bitch out, of course, promise
I ain't never gon' turn on my brother
Everything goes, ain't gotta snipe
No hoes
Went through the lows, now I'm
'bout to go and cop 'em both
Cooking out the Pyrex, young
Nigga sippin' on Hi-Tech
Fly like a pilot, custom made Louis
All ostrich
Went and got a gaffer, ain't have
To sell my masters
Riding with a smacker, turn your
Little kid to a bastard (What it do?)
Whole lot of cash, yeah
It barely can fit in the bag (Yeah)
Count up these bands, yeah
Count up so fast they crash (Ayy)
I got these suicide bombers
They ready to smash (Suicide)
Wipe a nigga nostril, wasn't nothing
But an imposter (Yeah)
Top Don Dada, so I got a bad bitch
Roster (Yeah, yeah)
Soon as I pulled up, everybody
'round me poured up
The drink got no cut, fuck around
A nigga might doze off
Spot with no furniture, walk through
The bitch got bowls out (Yeah)
Look like a stash spot, this that one
We roll out
The one you don't know about
She so bad she don't need no clout
Fifteen karat wedding ring, ain't even married yet (Hold on)
I just bought a bad bitch
I'm such a cash man (Ayy, say gang)
Countin' up so much dog shit it
Look like cow shit
Just popped another X pill
I need to be cautious (Ayy, say gang)
Shorty want it down in her lungs
Hew a nigga up like gum (What up?)
Skeeted until I got numb, I was so high, couldn't feel when I cum
(Ayy, say gang)
Trap full of bricks and bread, ayy (Ski), came from the block
Walk outside the bank
Look like a robbery now (Ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm
Bout to drank five thou' (Ayy, say)
Million dollar whips and then
Some public housing (Ayy, say)
I can change the flow up
I got different styles (Ayy, say gang)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (Ayy, say)
Forty-seven strippers tryna blow
Me down (Ayy, say)
Took the G to seven, I'm too high in the clouds (Ayy, say)
Five thousand a pint, I'm bout
To drank five thou' (Ayy, say gang)
You don't feel what I feel for me