Lyrical Breakdown of Stackin It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stackin It" 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 "Stackin It" 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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Wheezy outta here, Wheezy outta here Run that back, Turbo Yeah I'm wreckin' it Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it We livin' life, that's extravagant (extravagant) Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (nah) Burnin' these trees like they calories (burn) Plaques in my crib like a gallery (plaque) Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (grr) My necklace negative four degrees (four degrees) My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (ah) Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (four) Sky-dweller look like a trophy And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (damn sleep) Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Rees' (nah) Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (yeah) Broke the curse and put M's in my family (yeah) I'm back in it (back in it) Me and Young Nechie is back in it (back in it) Straight off the beat, Gunna rappin' it (rappin' it) Used to have bands and they cappin' it (yeah) Stars in the ceiling, they galaxy (stars) Bitches with different nationalities (woah) You fuck niggas cause a commodity Shoot him up, leave his body on Mallory (huh) Wasn't the type to be born in that life But still got me some stripes like a referee (referee) I was still holdin' on but they thought I was off When I took that lil' loss, they weren't there for me (weren't there for me) I bossed up myself and I bossed up my niggas (boss) Go look at they ice (ice), they got clarity (ice) I was broke as a bitch, but I went and got rich (yeah, yeah) Now my kids gon' have M's, they inherited (inherited) Finesse (finesse), ain't breaking no sweat I went got a check and I married it (check) Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm flexin' the best (oh, yes) My Bugatti broad, she got glass in it I'm mixin' this Wock', I'm sippin' this Tech They came straight from Indianapolis I land in D.C. and pull up at Bliss Then pick up a backend in Maryland I'm wreckin' it Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it We livin' life, that's extravagant (extravagant) Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (nah) Burnin' these trees like they calories (burn) Plaques in my crib like a gallery (plaque) Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (grr) My necklace negative four degrees (four degrees) My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (ah) Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (four) Sky-dweller look like a trophy And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (damn sleep) Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Rees' (nah) Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (yeah) Broke the curse and put M's in my family (yeah) Bitch, I'm a big stepper (yeah) Third letter, I'ma big repper (yeah, yeah) Flawless my diamonds, my wrist wetter (yeah) I might pull on 'em with twin Berettas, oh, yeah (yeah, yeah) I'll knock 'em off if you get in the street (yeah) Teach a nigga just for playin' with me (yeah) Ain't no cappin' it (yeah) Stackin' my money, I'm trappin' it (yeah, yeah) I bought that big body, bitch I'm a king like big Charlie (yeah, yeah) Your bitch a fiend, yeah, she dick hungry (yeah, yeah) I gave her dick, she a dick junkie (yeah, yeah) That's a fool, switcheroo (switcheroo) Runnin' your mouth just like bitches do (like bitches do) Hop out with sticks, nigga peek-a-boo (nigga peek-a-boo) Cut him like motherfuckin' scissors do (yeah) Put that boy right in the blender (yeah, yeah) Catch your bitch and just watch how I bend her (watch how I blend her) Don't do the dates and the dinner boo (yeah) I give you something to remember boo (yeah, yeah) I slide my dick across her temple (yeah) Bitch, I'm a savage, animal (yeah, yeah) Your bitch eat dick, she a cannibal (yeah) Nechie, Nechie, so Hannibal, bet you havin' it (yeah, yeah) I'm wreckin' it Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it We livin' life, that's extravagant (extravagant) Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (nah) Burnin' these trees like they calories (burn) Plaques in my crib like a gallery (plaque) Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (grr) My necklace negative four degrees (four degrees) My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (ah) Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (four) Sky-dweller look like a trophy And my bracelets get caught in my damn sleep (damn sleep) Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Rees' (nah) Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (yeah) Broke the curse and put M's in my family (yeah)