Lyrical Breakdown of Opp Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Opp Shit" 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 "Opp Shit" 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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AceC, turn that heat up, nigga Fuckin' with this opp nigga (opp nigga), my cousin smoked his brother Locked in with a nigga that (that what?), ain't got no bidness fuckin' Duckin' off in 'BnBs (why?), we can't be seen in public Fuckin' with this opp nigga (what the fuck?), and I think I love him Fuckin' with this opp nigga (opp nigga), my cousin smoked his brother Locked in with a nigga that (that what?), ain't got no bidness fuckin' Duckin' off in 'BnBs (why?), we can't be seen in public Fuckin' with this opp nigga (what the fuck?), and I think I love him Ridin' with this opp nigga (opp nigga) Knowin' if cuh 'nem see this car, I might get popped with you (bah, bah, bah) I know all your spots and loads, but I won't drop, nigga (I won't do that) He give me racks and send me roses, my lil' hot nigga (woo, woo) But he an opp nigga (huh) Meet up only on his side of town, when we fuck around Quick link up, he flew me outta town, just to buss me down (ice) Yeah, I put it on him for that Rollie, this shit on the ground Don't hit my line, just send me a text when they not around See him out in clubs, I shoot birds and go the other way (pshh) When cuh 'nem go and spin, I just pray that they don't hit my bae Text his phone like, "Bae, I know you slidin', but stay out the way" (nah, for real) Told him to stay dangerous, niggas on that, they don't play it safe (on the gang) Fuckin' with this opp nigga (opp nigga), my cousin smoked his brother Locked in with a nigga that (that what?), ain't got no bidness fuckin' Duckin' off in 'BnBs (why?), we can't be seen in public Fuckin' with this opp nigga (what the fuck?), and I think I love him Fuckin' with this opp nigga (opp nigga), my cousin smoked his brother Locked in with a nigga that (that what?), ain't got no bidness fuckin' Duckin' off in 'BnBs (why?), we can't be seen in public Fuckin' with this opp nigga (what the fuck?), and I think I love him