Lyrical Breakdown of GTA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "GTA" 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 "GTA" 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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307, two-door coupe
GTA, I got shooters
Turtle shell top, bulletproof
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Send a nigga straight up to God
Hold it two hands, it's a carbon (Hold it two hands)
Either you trapping or robbing (Either you trapping)
Why waste your time if you 'flauging? (Why waste your time?)
Stacking it, uh, racking it, uh, always up to Jupiter (Jupiter)
Flip it, uh, flip it, flip it, cool
Serving junkies, I was still in school
Zone 3, Zone 6 niggas never play fair, they gone slime you out
Once you join a gang, it ain't no way you get out
They just jacked the car, they need 'em something to spin out
Laying inside the bushes tryna get my rent up
Came up on a bird and evеr since, I've been up
Re-up on thе first and third, stashing cash in shoe boxes
Go wash your hands, you got 'em dirty, you gone need a new Glock
Drinking on syrup, work, splurge
Adderall, Perc', Xan', X
P90 Ruger, fully loaded TEC
Ho confused, she just too obsessed
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Hemi, Trackhawk, Scat Pack, dash
458 Ferrari, driving it fast
Trapping is a hobby, you ain't gotta ask
Turned her to a Barbie, spoiling her like a brat
Punch sodas, woo, pour my Tus' for me, baby
Putting the motor in the truck, then I go crazy
Loaded up on new ice, yeah, load up on new car
Working it out of the 'partments, nigga, trapping, serving hard
Young niggas camping outside, sleeping in your yard
Copping a bigger house, forty car garage
See what hustling get you when you going against the odd?
No capping, I'm taxing, wrapping up a bale
What kind of ice, that's a chandelier
My earrings lying to me when I look in the mirror
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too
Balenciaga and them sticks included
Crash out, crash out, crash
Crash out, crash out, crash
Send a nigga straight up to God
Hold it two hands, it's a carbon
Either you trapping or robbing
Why waste your time if you 'flauging?
307, two-door coupe
GTA, I got shooters