Lyrical Breakdown of No Auto (feat. Lil Durk) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert feat. Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "No Auto (feat. Lil Durk)" 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 Uzi Vert feat. Lil Durk employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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DY Krazy (KidWond3r, you made this beat?) Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? (Oh, you pussy?) Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? Ayy, DY, this like a Wayne beat Gotta watch that side block, hit up that main street You can't beef while we into it, lil' nigga, you can't eat They killed your mans, now you be claimin' that you can't sleep That trigger finger fast like Floyd, but punch like AB He use tune and dyed his dreads, that pussy ain't me, yeah That Glock go bang, but it ain't Keef He got shot and made a statement, man, he ain't street You ain't never shot shit, put that gun down You ain't wake up out your sleep to no gun sounds Your OG entertain your gossip, look at your son now, yeah Too many pills give me chills, yeah Just 'cause you family, ain't no deals, yeah She used to punch in flights to come to the A and give me head I told her bring the pounds before she come, she say she scared Ain't tell her 'bout no county, she get caught, she goin' fed Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? (Woah, yeah) Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? He end up dead, huh? 'Cause he a rookie We make bread, yeah, off the bookies Did a drive-by in a Range Jeep Pull up on an opp's block in the same week Boy, you broke and you fuckin' on the same freak They saw me go from broke to rich, that's why they angry I be runnin' this rap shit in the same cleats I'll knock a nigga down like I'm the same size as Dave East Oh, oh, you lit, huh? Oh, you turnt, huh? That thotiana you fuck with, she got you burnt, huh? (Ew) I'm off a Perc', huh, drinkin' lean, gotta burp, huh (Woah) Oh, you geeked up? That's your turnt now Nine times out of ten, she tryna set you up Cut the sprinklers on before them boys try wet you up My homie only 24, he got a Bentley truck Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? (Can you move those ones over a little bit?) (Like, they kinda sound fast, nigga) Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?