Lyrical Breakdown of Cuttin Off Fingaz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cuttin Off Fingaz" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.

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Geah (echoes), Gucci (echoes) Gucci Mane, LaFlare, yeah (A lot of niggaz thought we couldn't have pulled it off Gucci) (But, guess what, we here, we sellin' units) (We doin' real big AND we eatin', the whole plate) The whole fuckin' plate man; ain't no cuts on this shit man Ain't no middleman in this shit, we want all the fuckin' money man We get all the money, independent where it's at man I'ma tell y'all independents like this If you want the blueprint to this shit, watch Gucci Mane Gucci overdooz it, does it, the boy's perfect Neck piece flooded, it's color scattered and covered I'm worth nine hundred God damn I spent a hundred But that's rap money, when trappin that cash nothin I'm internet surfin', tourin' grillin' and turfin' Speedboat racin, jet skiing and golfin Crazy color Jordans, same color the ballin Bitch I bet up on it, I'm rich my dear regardless Shrimp scampi odor every time I flaunt chick Trap nigga conversate, with a Harvard smart bitch I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a carton Cartoon jewelry customized by my artist Six months locked, got a head start bitch I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check Yellow Corvette same color Moet Paid twenty grand just to get every stone set Big black hollow tips that's what the sig spit Hataz try me they'll get shot in the kidneys (Blaow) Dislodge bullets real fast what a chop' do (Blaow) I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a glock like a cop do We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers Trappin at night man, it might get dangerous But I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fangaz I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fangaz I'm shittin on these rappers like I'm wearin a Pamper I'm sittin on five hundred 'cause I got it together Niggaz never try niggaz that set examples I'ma eat a shawty sunnyside or the scramble The port of Miami, to the streets of my 'lanta The pinkie with the light stone match your encounter I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, they call me Gucci Montana I'm Boston, Georgia, Florida, Macon, Tampa and 'Bama My Mississipi niggaz feel me harder than Banner Haters see my video they switchin the channel Gucci got pieces, shawty go get'cha camera And Gucci time is money bitch, so go get it faster "cause I could give a damn about your father's a pastor Be'cause I smoke your father then yo' ass is a bastard Gucci smokin weed, so you know he's a hazard Money's on my mind, bitches don't really matter Big black hollow tips that's what the sig spit Hataz try me they'll get shot in the kidneys (blaow) Dislodge bullets real fast what a chop' do (blaow) I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a glock like a cop do We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers Trappin at night man, it might get dangerous But I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fangaz I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fangaz My money so big it can't fit in my matress Devil bought the actress 'cause I signed with Atlantic One fifty cursin while trappin in Spanish Forty in my pocket turn yo' head to some Manwich Boss of your boss man, I push the Porsches My million dollar chain got me feelin important Jumped off early and copped me a fort Major moves with money like the (King of New York) Gucci go and get it while them hoes get abortions Shittin on a bitch, take a piss on they Jordans Rappers want promotion, Gucci Mane want the package The scale in the bag, bitch pay me on the back end Hamilton's and Washington's, Franklin's and Jackson's Trapper never trip, I just added the fractions New bitch waggin, brand new mansion And everything designer from my jeans to my glasses Big black hollow tips that's what the sig spit Hataz try me they'll get shot in the kidneys (blaow) Dislodge bullets real fast what a chop' do (blaow) I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a glock like a cop do We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers Trappin at night man, it might get dangerous But I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fangaz I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fangaz