Lyrical Breakdown of Pass It (feat. Playboi Carti) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pass It (feat. Playboi Carti)" 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 "Pass It (feat. Playboi Carti)" 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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I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that shit, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
Nigga be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
I got the AKs, I got the sticks, yeah, automatic
We spin like Beyblades, do that shit that's not platinum (Okay)
I'm really on this fashion (Okay), my Glocks matchin' (Yeah)
I'ma let the bitch have it (Yeah), pull up in traffic (Yeah)
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that shit, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
Nigga be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
I get so ratchet (Get lit, blatt), I'm geeked like a lady (Blatt, blatt)
She ain't used to my lingo (Yeah, yеah), I'ma make the bitch bag it (Make the bitch, yеah)
Two cup like styrofoam (Two, yeah), my bitch is magic
Lamb' truck, I crash it (Yeah, crash, crash), I was too busy blastin'
I was too busy havin' (Yeah), count it up, I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens, I have it (Blatt, blatt, blatt), CDG, I have it (Yeah, blatt, blatt)
Seen the bitch and I grabbed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah), he wants the status
I got a bad bitch, honey bun in my mattress (Okay)
Have you cuffed you a bachelor? (Yeah) Went shoppin' in Bachelor
Got home at sixty (Yeah) in an all-white Aston (Okay)
How you feel about Iggy? (Okay) I don't know why I'm askin' (Slatt)
I'm a rich-ass bastard (Yeah, yeah), get hit, then we passin' (Yeah)
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that shit, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
Nigga be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)
I don't know what the opps be thinkin', but all my Bloods right here
Stackin' up to the top of the buildin' 'til the money fall down the stairs
Nigga said that he lookin' for me, I'm lookin' back, just like, "Where?" (Where?)
I'm rich-ass bastard (Ah), with all my slattists (Ah)
Pay a bitch back to the ropes like she Trish Status (Woo)
I had a bitch sittin' on my dick like that shit was a chair (Yeah)
Nigga said that they pour that lean but just sold out LeClair
Me and Carti, we up in the party, we lit just like a flare
Ooh, that's your new boo (Huh?)
Ooh, no, she not new (Huh)
We know the opps ain't gon' shoot (Hey)
16*29 be the crew (Huh)
Double O, 16 coupes (29, yeah)
Money, that be the root (Hah)
She suck my, huh? Got on her, what? That shit done got on her boob
I don't know what the opps be thinkin' but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands (Slatt, okay)
I play with that shit, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
Nigga be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)