Lyrical Breakdown of South To West - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "South To West" 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 "South To West" 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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(Playmakers) (Run that back, Turbo) Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jet I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet (yeah) My money stretch from south to the west (stretch) Lawyers the best, get home with a check (yeah) He done fucked up, put some dough on his head Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (uh) Run this cash up, life a motherfuckin' trip (a motherfuckin' trip) Yeah, yeah Nigga fucked up tryna hide the bitch (hide the bitch) Drum on the stick, on the side, a switch (switch) Call up a lil' pretty vibe, pull up and let her massage the dick (alright) Oh, that's your new ride? We whippin' and swervin' all kind of shit (skrrt) Whippin' and runnin', my little niggas pullin' up gunnin' They hit what they tryna hit (tryna hit) Mouse started runnin', we shootin' rats right in they stomachs And leave them inside a ditch (inside a ditch) Ain't nothing funny, when you gotta break down an onion It look like you fryin' a brick (fry) Hit her on Sunday, she still wanna ask me for money She gon' end up dyin' a bitch (dyin') Got me some hundreds and still gotta keep it one hundred 'Cause these niggas counterfeit (yeah, yeah) We had the longest sex Good pussy, bitch off of Bouldercrest (Bouldercrest, yeah, yeah) They thought Rolls was wrecked Just like a real nigga, bouncin' it back (I'm bouncin' back, yeah, yeah) Make sure your nose ain't wet He fell a victim, addicted to crack (addicted to crack, yeah, yeah) I'm 'bout my Benjamins, check out my neck All in my business, lil' bitch, just relax (relax, yeah, yeah) She done got way too attached Notice they mine 'cause they waists is snatched (yeah, yeah) Heard your lil' homie got whacked We take a life, you ain't takin' one back (yeah, yeah) You goin' under attack Let the whole world know the babies is back (yeah, yeah) Smith & Wess' hid in the dash Crib in the backyard, a hundred-yard dash Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet (yeah) My money stretch from south to the west (stretch) Lawyers the best, get home with a check (yeah) He done fucked up, put some dough on his head Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (uh) Run this cash up, life a motherfuckin' trip (a motherfuckin' trip) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah