Lyrical Breakdown of Shoota - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shoota" 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 "Shoota" 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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Yeah
Now
Now is my time
Now is my time
(That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)
Everybody rock with me because I'm up now
Took your girl and I'ma score like I made the touchdown
Swervin' in that Lambo', doors go up, not on a bus now
Used to want a G-Shock, now I'm walking with a bustdown
Pull up and I'm flooded with a iced out watch
Whip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop
Pecan drop, put that four in Sun Drop
Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot
Suicide, 1600, that's the block
Hit your girl, that's check-free
She ain't used to text me
Now she wanna caress me
She keep tryna neck me
I gotta tell my bestie
Someone call my bestie
Think I found my bestie
Link up, make a check bleed
You know that I'm smokin' dope, I'll be high 'til next week
Know I had to let her go 'cause she can't arrest me
Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh
Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh
I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah
Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh
Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh
We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh
We gon' take these boys back to school, uh
Money on the floor just like some shoes
Uh, money on the floor just like some shoes, yeah
I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah
And I love my goons, yeah
And I love my tool (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
And I love my loot (What?), yeah
Fuck with me and you gon' lose (What?)
Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude
Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude
Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh
Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh
I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah
Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh
Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh
We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh
We gon' take these boys back to school, uh
Money on the floor just like some shoes