Lyrical Breakdown of Extra Clips - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Ayy Real stepper shit, know what I'm sayin'? Haha (L Beats) Shit, you know the rest, you know what I'm sayin' Mm Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if we ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if we ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another I'm hangin' out the fin, I just bought another cutter (Grah) If I catch him loafin', send that boy to his brother (His brother) I got on all my ice and not many fuck niggas gon' touch me (Gon' touch me) A dozen shots up in this bitch, my young niggas gon' buss it (Bah, bah, bah, bah) A thousand shots up in this bitch, this shit hit, can get ugly (Grah) DOA, broad day, Mikey got hit with a dozen (A dozen) Better ask my opps, "I can't get you? I kill your cousin" (Deadass) And we spin they blocks with Glocks and chop's, they don't do nothin' (Pussy) No more kickin' doors, I got that shit on me (On me) I was just fightin' the case, now I want ten for the fee (I beat that) He want four Percs, shit, fuck it, I need three I ain't with all that talkin', I be layin' right where you sleep (God) Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if we ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if we ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another I just caught a body, now I wanna catch me another one I just peeped the real niggas' pussy, they ain't on nothin' (Ain't on nothin') The way I slant this K, you would think I'm from the A And yes they let it spray, AR hit, ain't no discussion Brother have them soldiers, know them choppers there They know I'm a threat, spin the Benz and I won't leave a trace He ain't get to hit the AR [?], felt it through his face We don't do no .556s, only .308s This a SRT, so when I hit the gas, it torque Two thousand, baby, fell in love with drank and poppin' Perc The streets, they for the Gs and if you scared, then go to church Bitch, I'm really shiesty, might just spin the wake and flood the hearse, nigga Got a lot of bullets and extra clips Pop a lot of Perkys and Ecstacy I be ridin' dirty, I got Tecs in the whip I been slidin', lurkin', tryna catch me a bitch If I'm posted in the club, it's too much pistols in this bitch I don't throw money in the club, I shoot a nigga in this bitch Ain't beefin' wit' nobody if you ain't tryna kill each other I'm so bored, I won't invite her, I've been tryna catch another