Lyrical Breakdown of Do the Dash - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Do the Dash" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how GloRilla weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Do the Dash" 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 GloRilla 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 GloRilla's narrative.

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Ayy, Lil Longway, pull up on me, fool Where you at, bruh? Man, I'm at the spot, come pull up, do the dash real quick Aight, bet, I'm on my way, hold up Aight, bet Aight (Macaroni made it) Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho High, high speed, Grand Theft Auto, hit the gas, ho We don't stop at red lights, we be goin' past those Switchin' lanes doin' hundred, damn, I almost crashed, ho Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho Fuck a red light, bitch, I'ma hit the gas, ho You say you want smoke, I'ma hit the gas, ho Police get behind us, better do the dash, ho I'ma do the dash, ho, pedal to the gas, ho Slidin' in a big body, I'm still goin' fast, though Itty bitty, bitch, I'm kitty, ridin' solo through the city Doin' a hundred, fuck a limit, fuck the cops and fuck a ticket Ninja bring them whips out, I love them fuckin' fast cars And I'ma do the dash on 'em like a fuckin' nascar 12 get behind me, I'ma do the race like trackstars And if you ain't down to ride, bitch, get out the damn car Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho High, high speed, Grand Theft Auto, hit the gas, ho We don't stop at red lights, we be goin' past those Switchin' lanes doin' hundred, damn, I almost crashed, ho Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho Fuck a red light, bitch, I'ma hit the gas, ho You say you want smoke, I'ma hit the gas, ho Police get behind us, better do the dash, ho I'm in the coupe with a hundred and I'm doin' a hundred You play, then I'm gon' do one hundred I'm really dying' bout these chains and change So you better get you some money She wanna count all my change and wear all my chains But I just want head like a bonnet (Come here) These ninjas chasin' the fame and wanting' some clout 'Till I leave a hole in 'em like Funyun Ayy, middle finger to the cops and trigger finger to the opps (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em) I be steppin' with some Glocks and a backpack with a chop (Ayy, .223) Sneak diss and you get dropped, pull up slamming' like Bosh Do the dash in the drop with a mask and a fifty shot Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho High, high speed, Grand Theft Auto, hit the gas, ho We don't stop at red lights, we be goin' past those Switchin' lanes doin' hundred, damn, I almost crashed, ho Do the dash, ho, do the dash, ho Fuck a red light, bitch, I'ma hit the gas, ho You say you want smoke, I'ma hit the gas, ho Police get behind us, better do the dash, ho