Lyrical Breakdown of Stupid Wild (Feat. Lil Wayne, Cam - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Stupid Wild (Feat. Lil Wayne, Cam" 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.
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Oh, oh Gucci! Whats happenin' Gucci! Burr, burr, burr On fire, you say you more fire then nigga you a lie Homie you and I, know the trooper That's between you and I Stupid jewelry on me then Stupid jewelry on me now If you think you finna shit on Gucci Then just show me how Someone dis me yesterday, What I'm 'posed to do, go cry? With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side Just a chicken in my Lambo' Bought two drumsticks and a thigh I'm so hood right now Of course switchin' gears while getting high Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Girls fightin', Hoes fish fightin' Just to touch my tie Get smart, smart, I ain't been this hard in a while Blow cho chaw I ain't been this hard in a while Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin', countin', Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Wilder than a jaguar, Wilin' in a Jaguar, Please don't play with me I'll put that pistol on your grandpa I swear I'm so wild I think I just may need a zan' bar And if she on my team I bet that bitch know who she playin' for Mr. Coach Carter Or Mr. Go Harder And I like my kush dry Like a fish with no water Swagger stupid perfect, I might as well surf it And if she ain't fucking She get the voice mail service Tell it like it be, Bitch I do it for the bloods And every fucking time I say "Soo woop" it's for the bloods With you just like I love I do it like I does And if you wanna fight, Then come on you can fight my guns haha Weezy man, young money Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin', countin', Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Let's do the furs, his and hers Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "Burr!" Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me, They brothers wanna fight me, They sisters wanna date me, I tell her bless it baby, You could be my bust it baby, But stay in your place, I need my space, Don't suffocate me, please Back black approach us, Clack clack gats in holsters, Cops in black control us, Treat us like rats and roaches, But the blue Benz, Got the blue lamps, And your wifey, Well we use her for her food stamps, Ain't no big deal, But she keep the fridge filled, Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits kill! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo, Yea the big wheels, Like milk ya wig spilled, We'll rush in ya spot, Knock knock, snuff of the glock, It Gucci turn, huh?, You gon' suck it or not? Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild, Homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin', Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm countin', countin', Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin' Bitches wanna fuck me, mainly Cause I got the cash and I'm famous I'm tryin to hold my head above water, water Stack a million cash I just oughta, oughta My chain cost a stack cause I'm Gucci, My wardrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boosting I shine this all the time Ya homie shine, shine Wanna hate then get a ticket and join the line? Fine (It's Gucci)