Lyrical Breakdown of Shootin Craps - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shootin Craps" 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 "Shootin Craps" 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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(Buddah Bless this beat, huh?) Ain't cheated on her since I hit the charts, sir She know I'm a sniper, but I won't ever stalk her Thirteen hour spot, I'm on my thirteenth hour (Simp for sure) I don't do exercise, but I just love to mount her, uh Dissin' on me in prison, wait 'til they let me out first I ain't go Hollywood, but I stay on the outskirts I ain't with Hollywood, yeah, I went on the outskirts I be shootin' craps, but I just hit the slots, sir I got too many plaques around my mama house, sir I be shootin' craps, but I just hit the slots, sir I be shootin' craps, uh-huh, I be shootin' craps If I lose a bet, I bet I'm goin' for the jack In the projects shootin' dice, you lookin' for my mini-bet I be shootin' craps, I been up all night, sir I ain't smokin' crack, but let me hold your pipe, sir I be shootin' craps, uh-huh, I be shootin' craps I be settin' traps, runnin' laps 'round the track (Yeah) I been fuckin' Nat since YCD, racks on racks, yeah I was breakin' twins back-to-back on my flat (Yeah) Barely ever trap, her own booty look like crack (Yeah) Filled up with them facts, bag filled up with racks Mama house filled up with plaques (Brrat) We just left the club, and yes, our Sprinter filled with cats (Pussy) Fuck that other shit, I live in real life, check my stats (Mmm) I'm in love with money, buy me codeine if you want me (Yeah) Took a break from Percs, that fentanyl startin' to haunt me (Fent') Fuckin' on this bitch, that shit okay, I want her auntie (Ooh) Ah, ah, ah, I been tweakin', I feel lovely (Ooh) Ah, ah, ah, I like muddy, not no bubbly (Yeah) Since I run up M's, ain't no way I can be ugly (No way) Must live in a jam, smash two tables, I'm a Dudley (Okay) I upgraded my rims, Forgiatos on a buggy Ain't cheated on her since I hit the charts, sir She know I'm a sniper, but I won't ever stalk her Thirteen hour spot, I'm on my thirteenth hour I don't do exercise, but I just love to mount her, uh Dissin' on me in prison, wait 'til they let me out first I ain't go Hollywood, but I stay on the outskirts I ain't with Hollywood, yeah, I went on the outskirts I be shootin' craps, but I just hit the slots, sir I got too many plaques around my mama house, sir I be shootin' craps, but I just hit the slots, sir I be shootin' craps, uh-huh, I be shootin' craps If I lose a bet, I bet I'm goin' for the jack In the projects shootin' dice, you lookin' for my mini-bet I be shootin' craps, I been up all night, sir I ain't smokin' crack, but let me hold your pipe, sir I be shootin' craps, uh-huh