Lyrical Breakdown of Order - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Order" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gunna weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Order" 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 Gunna 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 Gunna's narrative.

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Don't put me on no time, I ain't late Still rocking Balmain and Bape Sit back and roll a whole eighth Smoking that shit to the face All kind of coupes, different race Skrt on a car, hit a gate And seeing no slime with the day Gon' tell her we come from the eight Stripper getting off, it ain't [?] Skrting off in the fast lane Smoking on pack to the brain Slide in that bitch like [?] 2018 a new Range Thumb through the check, ease the pain [?] was hit for a pint He goin' psycho, insane Doing the shit that you can't Drip on your bitch like a saint I dropped a stack on my ring I'm 'bout to blow like a tank Wire that shit to the bank How much you want for that Wraith? 24 winches, and I'm finna skate Rollie, Sky-Dweller the face Getting them racks out of state Put that lil' bitch in her place I put them hoes in order I put them hoes in order I'm with them, blow a whole quarter Diamonds is cold as water Diamonds is cold as water We're tryna own the border Already sold her off Been got them racks in my Bentley Stay shooting dice at the palace All kind of coupes, came with gadgets Man, he still living lavish I treat these lil' hoes like semantics They stick to the king like a magnet And suck up on me, call me daddy Slept first, I'll never forget it You prolly' didn't know she was with it She drip from her mouth to the titties Had to move, 'cause you fucked that hoe silly Designer, that shit gon' be litty You a hater, why won't you admit it I was [?] with percs in the business With a verse, it gon' cost you some bandies I put them hoes in Germany They tryna mow the milli' My moms, she was old and stingy Young nigga, I had to go get it They wouldn't let me hold the fifty The clip put a hole in your kidney She play with that [?], look like Whitney And she hopeful for more than a penny I put them hoes in order I put them hoes in order I'm with them, blow a whole quarter Diamonds is cold as water Diamonds is cold as water We're tryna own the border Already sold her off I put them hoes in order I put them hoes in order I'm with them, blow a whole quarter Diamonds is cold as water Diamonds is cold as water We're tryna own the border Already sold her off I put them hoes in order I put them hoes in order I'm with them, blow a whole quarter Diamonds is cold as water Diamonds is cold as water We're tryna own the border Already sold her off