Lyrical Breakdown of I'm The Type - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm The Type" 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 "I'm The Type" 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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Okay Lil Uzi Vert Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff Yeah, woah Molly sand tan, too geeked goddamn I’ma fuck your bitch then bust these bands (Woah) I'ma bust a Perc', don’t bust no Xans (Woah) You ain't bust that bitch, so you fucked your hand Delirious, suck me up like quicksand Can't take her serious, she fucked my mans Same way that I tuck my FN, same way a stripper gon' tuck her bands Pulled up new Bentley, this not a Lexus Suck my dick, spit right there, where your tracks is Can't suck my dick, 'cause your breath smell like ashes I ain't fuck the bitch, 'cause the ho smell like catfish Put a shoestring, right there, where the TEC is I’ll leave your body right there, where the steps is I’m the type nigga that'll call your mom, mom And when it’s prime time put my dick in your step-sis (Bye) One, zero, zero, comma, zero Zero, zero, zero, comma, comma, where the check is One, zero, zero, comma, zero Zero, zero, zero, comma, comma, where the check is Blrr, chickenhead I ain't even know where her neck is Blrr, chickenhead I ain't even know where her neck is And I just be flexin' the bestest I can blend in with pedestrian Triple stack up that girl, I’m a sex trip She had real lip gloss, so look like a {?} lip Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Hello?) Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Let's go) Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Woah) Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Woah) Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Yeah) Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Yeah) Molly sand tan, too geeked goddamn I'ma fuck your bitch then bust these bands I'ma bust a Perc', don't bust no Xans You ain't bust that bitch, so you fucked your hand Delirious, suck me up like quicksand Can't take her serious, she fucked my man (My man) Same way that I tuck my FN, same way a stripper gon' tuck her bands Pulled up new Bentley, this not a Lexus Suck my dick, spit right there, where your tracks is Can't suck my dick 'cause your breath smell like ashes I ain't fuck the bitch 'cause the ho smell like catfish Put a shoestring right there, where the TEC is I'll leave your body right there, where the steps is (No) I'm the type nigga that'll call your mom, mom And when it's prime time put my dick in your step-sis Blrr, five drums, six trumpets (Trumpets, six trumpets) Blrr, supply the trap with clean money Um, yellow diamond, electricity just like Pika' Pink and white Air Force, it look like it Easter Eat the pussy, if it got Alopecia (Bye) Too much seasonin', don't need Paprika (Let's go) Patek Philippe, yeah, I bomb like Bautista Walk with the bands, but I might swipe my Visa Foreign lil' bitch, and she don't got a Visa Fuck her so good, she feel it in her Femur All my chain they too cold, can't get a fever Monkey bitch, jump on my dick like a Lemur I can not wife, I heard they, um, just teamed her I'm on her face, like that shit Neutrogena Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' (Callin') Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' Blrr, birds callin', birds callin' Molly sand tan, too geeked goddamn I'ma fuck your bitch then bust these bands I'ma bust a Perc', don't bust no Xans (Yeah, yeah) You ain't bust that bitch, so you fucked your hand Delirious, suck me up like quicksand Can't take her serious, she fucked my man Same way that I tuck my FN, same way a stripper gon' tuck her bands (Lil Uzi) Pull up new Bentley, this not a Lexus Suck my dick, spit right there, where your tracks is Can't suck my dick 'cause your breath smell like ashes I ain't fuck the bitch 'cause the ho smell like catfish Put a shoestring right there, where the TEC is I'll leave your body right there, where the steps is I'm the type nigga that'll call your mom, mom And when it's prime time put my dick in your step-sis --- www.LRCgenerator.com ---