Lyrical Breakdown of POP - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "POP" 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 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Straight bars

Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah (I'm Working on Dying, bitch)

Got a bitch, yeah, she look so good

But on the real, she in denial

Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river

Look like I'm standing in the Nile

If you really didn't get the last line

Then your level on the brain of a child

Pay attention, better do the right thing

Or your pussy ass still workin' at Sal's

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)

I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)

Man, she going dumb, she don't stop

Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock

Hellcat faster than your whip, stop

So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got?

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)

I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)

Man, she going dumb, she don't stop

Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock

Hellcat faster than your whip, stop

So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got? (Yeah, let's go)

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Pop that ass, pop that ass, do the dash

I be runnin' out of gas

Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags

I don't really cop nothing at the mall

First time at the mall, copped it all

Said, "A hundred thousand," so I dropped it all

And that wasn't my whole bankroll

Body roll, waist roll, waist roll

Make a bitch do what I say so

Waist trained, got a bitch, taste just like ice cream

Read her text, she said, "Girl, I scream"

Shot a nigga with a 17

Lil Uzi, yeah, I'm from the 16

Got a million, no Christine

Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam

Lil' nigga but I'm doin' big things

You ain't ever seen a nigga this clean

Pants cost two K, big jeans

And my shoes cost like 16

Hunnid, nigga, that's just what I bleed

Turned a dead nigga to a blunt of weed

And that last boy taste like Reggie

'Cause I just lit up Philly

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop

I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (let's go)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let's go)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop, let's go

Let's go, I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna pop (yeah)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)

I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (uh-huh)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (ew)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (skrrr)

I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top

Multi bitches

Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-grain on my granola bar

Got a multi, multi, bowtie, wanna rock my Dior

Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-million dollar deals (let's go)

I'ma keep it real

Armstrong, marathon when I'm on a bike like my name Mill (let's go, let's go, let's go)

I'ma make her kneel, begging on her knees

Beggin' me please, so she can see the deal

I ain't never lackin', I ain't never love her

Been in love, I've been important, so I don't need your opinion

I been gettin' money, nigga, I been gettin' plenty

I can fuck your bitch, make her bounce on a Bentley

I was on a perky 30, she was on the Henny

Wait, she was fuckin' you, who? Your cousin Vinny?

That boy rat, he mouse, she Minnie

Fuckin' that bitch, and now she tryna spin me

No and this is no Avianne, not talkin' 'bout Jimmy

Kill these niggas everyday like they Kenny

If you want money, back Crawford like Cindy

And if you want more, then you better get near me

I flex on my haters, pull up to a .50

Your bitch on my dick and her breath smelly minty

I went to the store and got me some new Vetements, some Pradas, Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'

I spend it all on that lil' bitch

Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'

Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci' (let's go!)

Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'

I'm movin', I'm drippy, got sauce and I'm swaggin'

'Cause it easy and your bitch on me, no, you can't kiss me

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop

I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (let's go)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let's go)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (let's go, let's go!)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (ayy!)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)

I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (huh?)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (ew)

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (skrrrr)

I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top

Pop, pop

I'm Working on Dying

Drop, drop

What the fuck? No, ahhh! (abducted)