Lyrical Breakdown of Runner (feat. A$AP Ant) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Runner (feat. A$AP Ant)" 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 "Runner (feat. A$AP Ant)" 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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That, that, that, that, th-that be Maaly Raw
I just me stackin' my money
I just be countin' my money (goddamn)
Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds
Somebody show my opponents
Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
I put that dick in her stomach
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, most of you niggas be funny
Only talk to me 'bout money
Yeah, smile with my grin, now it's sunny
Smile with my grin, now it's sunny
Ayy, nowadays I'm gettin' money
Eatin' my eggs with a runny
Ayy, nowadays I'm takin' xannys
That shit turned me to a junkie
Yeah, I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick and that ho got a donkey
Ayy, if you fight me and beat me
Pussy nigga better off me
Yeah, choppers, they come with the stick
Put your ass right in the coffin
Yeah, better yet come with your clip
Hit your stomach, now you nauseous
Fuckin' your bitch, I'm a boss
Usin' my defense, go straight through an offense
Diamonds so heavy, on 10
'Cause I swear to God I don't do the talkin'
Raf Simons heavy on feet
'Cause I swear to God I don't do the walkin'
Smokin' this gas, I can't breathe
That's the reason a lil' nigga keep coughin'
Yeah I'm takin' these Xans, I can't see
Better steal Cartier right when I'm stoppin'
I just me stackin' my money
I just be countin' my money (goddamn)
Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds
Somebody show my opponents
Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
I put that dick in her stomach
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, most of you niggas be funny
Only talk to me 'bout money
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Takin' a flight to London
Takin' a flight to London
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Takin' a flight to London
Takin' a flight to London
Dump at you more than Count Dracula
Callin' my style spectacular
Suckin' me off like Dracula
These nuts are like abracadabra
Walk in the spot and I set that bitch off
Coppin' that Ricky, no kid with the cross
I hear you niggas, you takin' the sauce
Cash money on me, my diamonds go bling
Been rockin' designer
I've been rockin' designer
Damn, and a jean jacket
Yeah, with the Rick Owens to match, I'm fly
Yeah, um, pull out that MAC
Um, if you gon' pull on my racks
Whippin' that shit and I whip in that shit
And I stay in the trap
I just me stackin' my money
I just be countin' my money (goddamn)
Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds
Somebody show my opponents
Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
I put that dick in her stomach
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, most of you niggas be funny
Only talk to me 'bout money