Lyrical Breakdown of Poppin' Tags - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Poppin' Tags" 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 "Poppin' Tags" 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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Goyard, oh, pick out what you want
Hermès, oh, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
Poppin' tags (808 Mafia), I been poppin' tags
What the fuck is you talkin' bout, I can get your ass hit
Hop out a Corvette, nigga, then gon' smash your bitch
I got American muscle, nigga, I'm gonna hit me a lick
Sippin' on 'Tussin, fuckin' and hustlin'
I bet I'm gon' floss, hate it or love it
A full grown boss, hate it or love it
Dope boys shoppin' at Walters, I bought the whole store
Fuck boy doin' that talkin', that's my old hoe
Stars inside the ceiling, I'm on go, go (huh)
You don't want no war, nigga, oh no (huh)
Codeine floodin' Atlanta (huh), bitch ass niggas with hammers (huh)
Bitch ass niggas in Pampers (Pluto), fuck around murk his mamma (Pluto)
My young niggas so player (Pluto), fuck around kill you in sandals (huh)
I was on some cool shit now they want the Hannah
King Jaffe Jo, my body wrapped in gold
Money stackin' tall, now I think I'm seein' God (Super)
I been poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' tags (Pluto), I been poppin' tags (Super)
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' tags (Pluto), I been poppin' tags (Super)
I came here to purchase, I ain't worried 'bout a ticket
Bitch you want that G-Wagon? Go mo'fuckin' get it
I had on my ski mask in the mo'fuckin' trenches
Homie blood talkin', is you mo'fuckin' crippin'? (Huh?)
I get the plug talkin' 'bout these mo'fuckin' chickens
Put up some lean, my Frank-a-lins
I run 'em right through a machine
I'm 'bout to lose the roof, they tryna steal the juice
Cuban hangin' on my neck, whip on cruise
I just copped the Coupe, 63's with the Forgi's
Bought a couple 'Raris and I bought a couple porsches
Zone Six fuck shit, finessin' and extortin' (gang)
Twenty diamond chains (chains), I got seven different choices
King Joffy Jo, my body wrapped in gold
Money stackin' tall, now I think I'm seein' God
I been poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' tags (Pluto), I been poppin' tags (Super)
Poppin' tags (woo), I been poppin' tags (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' tags (woo), I been poppin' tags
Goyard, oh, pick out what you want
Hermès on, pick out what you want
New Chanel, oh, pick out what you want
Catch me goin' goon (goon), smashin' on a womb (womb)
Fuck your baby daddy, smash you on the Xanny
Iced-out Kodaks, got you in your feelin's (brrr)
Just to get the feelin', spent a couple million
I go Godzilla in the Rollie store, vroom, vroom
We just got the pack in from Mexico, vroom
Soon as it touch down I'm goin' ape
Put it on the hood like you claim Grape (gang)
Pull up in the hood in a new Wraith
King Joffy Jo, my body wrapped in gold
Money stackin' tall, now I think I'm seein' God
I been poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' tags (Pluto), I been poppin' tags (Super)
Poppin' tags (woo), I been poppin' tags (yeah, yeah)
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags
Goyard, oh, pick out what you want
Oh, pick out what you want
Oh, pick out what you want
Catch me goin' goon, smashin' on a womb