Lyrical Breakdown of That's It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That's It" 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 "That's It" 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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Me and Wheezy, that's the wave
Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a 180, I went up the wrong way
Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock
Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock
All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas
Put a tracker on that... if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad
I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over
Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over
...Do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier
Now that you got my attention, you 'bout to get put on suspension if I see the greed
Like I'm a part of the lynching, got 21 chains on my neck, had to go Dominique
Break the codeine and roll up a leaf, I f- on this... now she so bossy
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' so nerdy, my fit was a birdie alone, that was it
Talk a few bales, oh yeah, that's it
Burnin' down Rodeo, oh yeah, that's it
I could put it on a scale, oh yeah, that's it
Ballin' in Chanel, like a player, that's it
Rainbow Rollie, oh no, that's it
Got a bisexual girl, that's it
Do it professional, girl, that's it
Treat me like a mayor, oh yeah, that's it
Put her on a jet at the Clear, that's it
She got no face, and for me, that's it (that's it)
I'm pulling her hair every time, that is it (is it)
She don't wear no underwear in my crib (my crib)
Every time I'm in it, you know I'm gon' slip (I'm in)
Touchin' on the water, start matching my wrist (woah, woah)
Off an X pill, it look like exorcist (off an X pill)
I ain't never tell her was ready for this, that's it
(Me and Wheezy, that's the wave)
Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a 180, I went up the wrong way
Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock
Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock
All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas (coyote)
Put a tracker on that... if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad
I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over
Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over (O-V)
...Do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier (yes)
I walk around, can't get sidetracked
Walking around with them thigh pads
Movin' so sneaky, my 'Sace, Venini, my body graffiti (whew)
She's tryna blow off my mind, she's tryna get my release (my release), yeah
Bought her Chanel No. 9, now my girl smell like a peach (smell like a peach), yeah
This ain't my second piece, yeah, do you get it?
Don't aim at your tee, we aim at your fitted (ayy)
We up it up top as we upgrade the blicks (yeah)
The guns that we got is two seconds, no miss (bow)
I got two milli' on my chest
...Line up like a contest
Smokin' on Keisha, so I sip
I'm gettin' my checks like Nike (woah, woah)
Molly Off-White, it's lightskin
Countin' up mula like Weezy F. Baby (mula)
I walked in the jeweler and I had to go crazy (Young Mula)
Surfed in the... on the low-low
Now she wanna go do voodoo (surf)
Rich... Balenciaga house shoe (rich shit)
I trap every day like the rent's due (trap)
For a milli' or the Richard Mille gloss
Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a 180, I went up the wrong way
Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon' need you some sunblock (coco)
Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock (for sure, though)
All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin' together, we comin' like shottas (let's go)
Put a tracker on that... if you love her, 'cause she comin' through like a goon squad (woah, woah)
I put it on, then it's over, I got different designers all over
Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know it's gon' be over (woah)
...Do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier