Lyrical Breakdown of Rolly Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rolly Up" 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 "Rolly Up" 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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Hold your Rollie up, hold your Rollie up If you got a Rollie then hold it up If you ain't got a Rollie then step it up If you got a Rollie then keep it up Hold your Rollie up, hold your Rollie up If you got a Rollie then hold it up If you ain't got a Rollie then step it up If you got a Rollie then keep it up Hold your Rollie up, hold your Rollie up If you got a Rollie then hold it up If you ain't got a Rollie then step it up If you got a Rollie then keep it up Since my money fat, I'm throwing stacks Patron shots, I'm throwing back Pretty little girl, I'ma spend some racks Turn around, beg her have the bitch for a tat Cash by the bag but it still don't pass Paper tag jag with a bag of cash All this cash and I hope it last And I never seen a bitch suck dick so fast I ain't even know he was rich like that How the hell a nigga pull a bitch like that? How the hell a nigga get a watch like that? How a nigga fix faces and shit like that Bet a half a mil, we bet like that Ten hoes, having group sex like that Whole clique rocking Rolex like that Got check like that so we flex like that I'm serious nigga, they curious nigga These diamonds drop a bitch delirious nigga Don't see a nigga, can't hear them niggas Don't stand near and don't fear a nigga Been a trill nigga since a lil nigga Only difference, got bigger nigga She an eye catcher, let the car catch her With the chain miss her, let the watch get her Hold your Rollie up, hold your Rollie up If you got a Rollie then hold it up If you ain't got a Rollie then step it up If you got a Rollie then keep it up Hold your Rollie up, hold your Rollie up If you got a Rollie then hold it up If you ain't got a Rollie then step it up If you got a Rollie then keep it up A dope boy watch is a Rolex Every dope boy dream to have a Rolex Everybody in the hood want a Rolex You better keep your pistol with your Rolex Riding, smoking, counting in that Rolls Royce I brought the streets back, it needed my voice Jugged a nigga for a check and bought a white Porsche Bought a gold Rollie just to match the dope You want a yacht, master, know your mathematics Hold your Rollie up if you a real trapper I'm not a real rapper, I got a real check Real street nigga with a Rolex Hold your Rollie up, hold your Rollie up If you got a Rollie then hold it up If you ain't got a Rollie then step it up If you got a Rollie then keep it up Hold your Rollie up, hold your Rollie up If you got a Rollie then hold it up If you ain't got a Rollie then step it up If you got a Rollie then keep it up This a platinum S&P, no AP 64 G's, told them freeze me My diamonds kick it, no Jet Li I'm balling hard, no referee Bought Presi' watches for the homies Crime pay, fuck police Came a long way from that bend knee Getting topped off in my Bentley This a Daytona, no Hublot Got a pink slip, no car note I'm balling hard, fucking up a check Real street nigga, I ain't gotta flex I can count a mil, don't break a sweat That iced out Rollie got her pussy wet Got your little brother throwing up the set Got your little sister throwing up the set Waka Flocka Flame Drunker than a motherfucker, screaming Rolex gang If you own a Rollie, getting money, do your thing You a broke nigga, kill yourself, Kurt Cobain Hold your Rollie up, hold your Rollie up If you got a Rollie then hold it up If you ain't got a Rollie then step it up If you got a Rollie then keep it up Hold your Rollie up, hold your Rollie up If you got a Rollie then hold it up If you ain't got a Rollie then step it up If you got a Rollie then keep it up