Lyrical Breakdown of Tic Tac - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tic Tac" 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 "Tic Tac" 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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I just shot my shot at this little thot I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac VVS diamonds and you know they gon' hit back S.I diamonds, yeah, you need to give your wrist back Wet up the opps, now that boy want his clip back Dropped his - in the field, want his stick back Ever shot a - 'til that motherf- click back Ever got high off a d- called get back Came with the d- and it got a lotta kickback Better duck ya melon 'cause my boy might split that Got your mama screamin' out there, oh my word (oh my word) They done put your motherf- brains on the curb, yeah (on the curb) I ain't do it personally, but this shit still my word (still my word) Even at your funeral, not fresher than a bird (brr, bird) I'm way fresher than you even if I roll in dirt (yeah) Fertilizer, I'm the sh-, make you one with the Earth (Earth) I can feel the - when I smoke the herb (yeah) Wonder how my ex feel, she should've been a nurse (yeah) Different color - look like a box of Nerds (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I still want first place if I'm in third (uh-huh, phew, phew) I've been rubbin' on this b- skin just like it's Jergens (yeah) She let me f- that p- for free like she ain't workin' (like she ain't workin') I just shot my shot at this little thot I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (ooh) I just shot my shot at this little thot I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (Ooh) My b- bad so I gave her that Lamb' truck Your b- a ho, so I f- with my pants up Pull up in the Rolls truck, I'm tryna do donuts Goin' bi-coastal, you n- too local My dawgs on a poster, the - at the holster My dawg gon' smoke ya, he already want it You treat me like -, just know I'm anointed I can't see my cup and I can't see no opponent Went bought her that Patek, it's coming in yellow I ball like Carmelo, the Royce Roc-A-Fella I'm movin' real mellow, but movin' with hollows I'm purchasin' models, I'm purchasin' bottles From down south of France, this one from Monte Carlo The Richard, the Presi', no, this not Movado You b- too petty, you didn't hit the lotto You should've got more, but you got what you swallowed, ha I done took a point-blank range at a thot-thot Made her suck the -, right on the spot-spot Tore them b- up, might as well be a chop-shop Told her she can no longer shop at Topshop Chanaynaynay and Balmain on a bop-bop Drippin' and spillin', b-, you better bring a mop-mop I just killed a cat on the street, that my word (oh my word) Hoppin' out the 'Rari, sittin' lower than the curb (yeah, on the curb) Ever since I got rich, I'm trickin' in with Vert (still my word) Took lil' b- shoppin' at the mall, spent a bird (in the 'burb) Ninety thou' for a brick - off of shurbs (yeah) I just shot my shot at this little thot I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (ooh) I just shot my shot at this little thot I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack My n- sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat Did a d-by in a matte-black Hellcat Picked up a opp b- in the same Hellcat Suck up the d-, now the b- need a tic tac (ooh)