Lyrical Breakdown of Yeah Whoa (feat. Gucci Mane & Nardo Wick) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Yeah Whoa (feat. Gucci Mane & Nardo Wick)" 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 "Yeah Whoa (feat. Gucci Mane & Nardo Wick)" 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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Yeah, whoa Yeah, whoa Yeah, whoa (whoa) Yeah, whoa (whoa) Whoa, yeah (phew, phew) Whoa, yeah (phew, phew) Whoa, yeah (phew, phew) Whoa, woah (let's go) Young rich nigga pull up in a Benz (with a semi) Window tinted, got a bad bitch with me (that's my bitch with me) Cold-hearted shorty, like I never had feelings (I don't want no dick) Hellcat fast, do a dirt bike wheelie (dirty lil' bitch) Me and G Sherm mixed the Off-White lens (lil' nigga, I'm drippin') In the strip club throwin' money at the city (throwin' at the city) Got the whole gang goin' up like- Now, watch what I do I got these hoes shakin' ass in the section But, nigga, lil' mama done came out her shoes I know she feelin' me, she wanna leave with me 'Cause I'm the nigga, yeah, I got the juice If I see an opp, I'ma go with my move He try me, and I look the boy face in the news Think I ain't got the fire in the club? You a fool Woah, off the hip, I'ma blow No, ain't no cuffin' me Bitch, no lovin' me Hoes, I tell 'em, "Just get up, and go" We poppin' bottles and keep throwin' dollars, my section too lit, tell her, "Bring me some more" Got your bitch shakin' ass in the circle, like, "Whoa" I make the ho get this shit off the floor Now the whole gang goin' up like, yeah, woah (let's go) Young rich nigga pull up in a Benz (with a semi) Window tinted, got a bad bitch with me (that's my bitch with me) Cold-hearted shorty, like I never had feelings (I don't want no dick) Hellcat fast, do a dirt bike wheelie (dirty lil' bitch) Me and G Sherm mixed the Off-White lens (lil' nigga, I'm drippin') In the strip club throwin' money at the city (throwin' at the city) Got the whole gang goin' up like- Yeah, whoa (let's go) Yeah, whoa (whoa) Yeah, whoa (phew) Yeah, whoa (phew) Whoa, yeah (whoa) Whoa, yeah (let's go) Whoa, yeah (phew) Whoa Yeah, whoa Yeah, whoa Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa She bendin' over, her nose on the floor And you work ain't run on the flow Run outta ones, tell 'em, "Go get some more" We makin' it rain even after they close We makin' it rain even after the show We floodin', go get umbrellas and coats Who is the baddest? She comin' with me Who is that starin'? She comin' with me And the bartender, she comin' with me (phew) Who is her friend? She comin' with me Niggas in hatin', pocket-watchin', we got choppers in the car for them (grah, grah, grah) Whoever try to follow (bang, bang, bang), hear a whole lotta 'em (grah, grah) Whoever try to follow (bang, bang, bang), feel a whole lotta 'em (graow, grah) Whoever try to follow (bang, graow, bang, bang, bang, graow) Yeah, whoa (let's go) Yeah, whoa (whoa) Yeah, whoa (phew) Yeah, whoa (phew) Whoa, yeah (whoa) Whoa, yeah (let's go) Whoa, yeah (phew) Whoa Whoa (let's go) Young rich nigga pull up in a Benz (with a semi) Window tinted, got a bad bitch with me (that's my bitch with me) Cold-hearted shorty, like I never had feelings (I don't want no dick) Hellcat fast, do a dirt bike wheelie (dirty lil' bitch) Me and G Sherm mixed the Off-White lens (lil' nigga, I'm drippin') In the strip club throwin' money at the city (throwin' at the city) Got the whole gang goin' up like- (go) Big Scarr in with Guwop and we came up out the trenches (wop) My whole team be ballin', ain't no one sittin' on no benches (no) This So Icy and 1017 and we so Rich and Ruthless (yeah) Pull up in some food, just drop my top, I'm feelin' cookies (yoom) Big Grim reaper records 'cause my artist got a record (well, damn) They try, but they can't help it, please don't try us 'cause we steppin' (true) Yes, Gucci Mane a mogul, but I'm a convicted felon (well, damn) The first rule in the street, don't leave your house without your weapon (graow) This a crazy world we livin' in, these hoes ain't to be trusted (whores) Thinkin' with his dick, he fucked around and got abducted (wow) Big CEO for sure, you know who put you up, on gang (whoa) So when you mention legends, how you didn't bring up my name? Wop Yeah, whoa (let's go) Yeah, whoa (whoa) Yeah, whoa (phew) Yeah, whoa (phew) Whoa, yeah (woah) Whoa, yeah (let's go) Whoa, yeah (phew) Whoa Whoa (let's go) Young rich nigga pull up in a Benz (with a semi) Window tinted, got a bad bitch with me (that's my bitch with me) Cold-hearted shorty, like I never had feelings (I don't want no dick) Hellcat fast, do a dirt bike wheelie (dirty lil' bitch) Me and G Sherm mixed the Off-White lens (lil' nigga, I'm drippin') In the strip club throwin' money at the city (throwin' at the city) Got the whole gang goin' up like- Yeah, whoa Yeah, whoa Yeah, whoa Yeah, whoa