Lyrical Breakdown of Glizock & Wizop - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Glizock & Wizop" 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 "Glizock & Wizop" 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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(BandPlay)
G-Lock
Yeah
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, n- you not (yeah)
P- in the party, these young n- with me too hot (yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah)
Long live my n- Flippa, b-, you see these blue rocks (yep)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks
It's Guwop and Glizock, and this combo gon' be hard to stop
Zone 6 to South Memphis, totin' that p- like a cop
Wouldn't give me my flowers, I rewarded myself and bought a watch (burr)
Took the fork and scraped the pot (skrrt), it's off the eye, I shake the pot
I can't put no money in no n- who ain't worth it, dawg (no)
Confiscated my necklace 'cause these suckers didn't deserve it, y'all
Seventeen summers later, showin' no signs of fallin' off (well, damn)
I didn't even imagine I'd be ballin' how I'm ballin' now (go, go)
N- tried to count me out, they miscounted the wrong amount (wrong)
Killers took, don't bring 'em up, it's 'round 'em if I bring 'em out
Oh, you got a crash dummy, think before you send him off (huh?)
His brain left on the dashboard, we all see what he thinkin' 'bout (yeah)
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, n- you not (yeah)
P- in the party, these young n- with me too hot (yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah)
Long live my n- Flippa, b-, you see these blue rocks (yep)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks
Yeah (blue bucks)
Baby, I get too much
Motherf- money, so I gotta keep that tool tucked
I'm still the same youngin', the only thing, my money grew up
It be the same n- talkin' 'bout slidin' and ain't shootin' nothin'
Yeah, b-, I'm all about my bread, every crouton
Yeah, I just cut a check and b- off like a coupon
Yeah, dead guys in my past, that shit two-hundred
Um, young n- keep the heat up on 'em, Jimmy Bond
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, n- you not (yeah)
P- in the party, these young n- with me too hot (yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, b-, you see these blue rocks (yep)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks