Lyrical Breakdown of Who You Foolin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who You Foolin" 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 "Who You Foolin" 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 Huh, uh Who you think you foolin'? We not new to it We countin' fluent I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud I came out the hood Sometimes a gangsta need a hug I'ma give all my problems above Hate when people keep doin' too much Keep it real, the streets show you no love We don't need no one vouchin' for us I've been grindin' and found me a bust I've been searchin' for love and found lust It's so hard to stop holdin' a grudge My lil' dawg split your shit like a Dutch My whole squad kept the kid in the cut Keep your strap 'cause these niggas play tough Pick and chose who the right one to trust Pick and chose who the right one to trust Keep it real it's a lot fake love Niggas hate but they bitches in love And the Bentley all white like a dove I took off, ate this Xan, means it works Kicked her out, told her walk to the burbs I'm a sipper, can tell when it's cut You can't tell me that she ain't a slut Who you think you foolin'? We not new to it We countin' fluent I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud I came out the hood Sometimes a gangsta need a hug I'ma give all my problems above Hate when people keep doin' too much Keep it real, the streets show you no love I don't need no one vouchin' for me I be flossin' ain't talkin' about my teeth Car push-start, I keep losin' the keys Chanel, Boss my closet full of C's My shit wet Eliantte, VVs I got pearls 'round my neck, not no beads I get cash in my bag while I'm sleep New blue face, two-tone Patek Philippe Beverly Center, shoppin' spree on me New agenda, don't do nothin' free Ain't not one of my foreigns on E All my bitches got expensive weave I sip drank for my pain to get eased I still talk to the Lord on my knees Helpin' me take care all of my needs And we take off the top for a breeze Who you think you foolin'? We not new to it We countin' fluent I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud I came out the hood Sometimes a gangsta need a hug I'ma give all my problems above Hate when people keep doin' too much Keep it real, the streets show you no love