Lyrical Breakdown of AHHH HA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "AHHH HA" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "AHHH HA" 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 Lil Durk 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 Lil Durk's narrative.
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Ayy, this shit like videos, you hear me?
Everything I'm sayin' in this motherfucker's all props (this shit is not real, skrrt)
Just in case the police listenin', know I'm sayin'? (High Speed Music)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (man, what?)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fuckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
We be slidin' through they blocks and they don't know we have
Buddy ass got shot and we ain't claim it but I can show his ass (grrah)
Niggas actin' like they really like that since my brodie died (Von)
Just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass
I told Von to leave that bitch alone, she post on OnlyFans (she a eater)
Catch 'em at apartments they be in 'cause that's our only chance (grrah)
They don't be outside like you think, they ass be on the 'Gram (gang)
Old opps fuckin' with my new opps (grrah), oh, man (grrah)
That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land (skrrt, skrrt)
My brother D-Thang just got killed and I been slow since (gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (grrah)
And on bro, I'm speakin' facts, this ain't no diss (this ain't no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don't post shit (we don't post shit)
Trigger happy, I be with Zoo 'nem and we on 46 (wop, wop)
They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke shit" (yeah, yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (ah, ha)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fuckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
You talkin' 'bout me in "Pissed Me Off," and I'm like, "Yes" (yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (grrah)
He said, "Therapy ain't helpin'," he been killin' for a cleanse (slide)
She said she ain't really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (skrrt, skrrt)
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (bitch)
I been feelin' like Rico, I just fucked her in my Timbs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he said no pen, he rather carry him a Gen (five)
A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm sayin', he spinnin' (ten, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (bitch)
I seen niggas really killin' shit, post shit on Instagram (pussy)
You doin' that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man (killed the man)
I don't claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel 'em in (grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (pussy)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changin' dental plans (grrah)
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans (skrrt)
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middle man (ah, ha)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fuckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
Ah, ha