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.
• 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 Uzi Vert's narrative.

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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 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 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 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 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 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 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)