Lyrical Breakdown of Trap Back - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trap Back" 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 "Trap Back" 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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I don't wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I'mma push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I'mma get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin' snapback
It's gucci mane bitch, so you can say the trap back
I'm back at em, it's back on
I'm that strong, I'm back home
Me and flockavelli, and wooh da kid
He got a nine, I got a six
I do it huge, we do it big
Got a hundred bricks, stuffed em in the fridge (burr)
Two hundred piece, stuffed it in the attic
I'm a drug addict, bitch I gotta have it
I got a gift, I can water whip, I can flip a brick, I can triple up
Need a hundred mill, fuck a record deal, cause a couple millions just not enough
Sell your momma a zip of dust, serve your daddy a ounce of hard
Got your little sister on the molly, she done went through the whole squad
I don't wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I'mma push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I'mma get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin snapback
It's gucci mane bitch, so you can say the trap back
Making money's my hobby, flipping bricks is my passion
Home girl in the lobby, "is you suckin' dick?" I'm just asking'
I ain't mean to be rude boo, but you know I'm that dude true
More birds than atlanta zoo, going in like a curphew
I lost my mind, and my train of thought, and my top all at the same time
If you sendin' them birds across the country, then we probably got the same grind
I'm an og like my daddy, I'm a hustla' like my momma
I'mma stack my bread up all winter so I can ball out all summer
Got foreign choppas, osama, smoke presidential, obama
Got that bald head, got that skinhead, that white girl sinead o'connor
Make em drop dead, I'm in the drop head, I'm... I'm santa
I need a crown cause I'm standing down, I'm the king of east atlanta
I don't wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I'mma push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I'mma get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin snapback
It's gucci mane bitch, so you can say the trap back