Lyrical Breakdown of Tic Tac - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tic Tac" 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 "Tic Tac" 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 just shot my shot at this little thot
I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My niggas sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a drive-by in a matte black Hellcat
Picked up a opp bitch in the same Hellcat
Suck up the dick, now the bitch need a Tic Tac
VVS diamonds and you know they gon' hit back
S.I. diamonds, yeah, you need to give your wrist back
Wet up the opps, now that boy want his clip back
Dropped his gun in the field, want his stick back
Ever shot a gun 'til that motherfucker click back?
Ever got high off a drug called "get-back?"
Came with the drum and it got a lotta kickback
Better duck ya melon 'cause my boy might split that
Got your mama screamin' out there, "Oh, my word" (oh, my word)
They done put your motherfuckin' brains on the curb, yeah (on the curb)
I ain't do it personally, but this shit still my word (still my word)
Even at your funeral, not fresher than a bird (brr, bird)
I'm way fresher than you even if I roll in dirt (yeah)
Fertilizer, I'm the shit, make you one with the Earth (Earth)
I can feel the X pill when I smoke the herb (yeah)
Wonder how my ex feel, she should've been a nurse (yeah)
Different color X pills, look like a box of Nerds (uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I still want first place if I'm in third (uh-huh, phew, phew)
I've been rubbin' on this bitch skin just like it's Jergens (yeah)
She let me fuck that pussy for free like she ain't workin' (like she ain't workin'?)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My niggas sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a drive-by in a matte black Hellcat
Picked up a opp bitch in the same Hellcat
Suck up the dick, now the bitch need a Tic Tac (ooh)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My niggas sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a drive-by in a matte black Hellcat
Picked up a opp bitch in the same Hellcat
Suck up the dick, now the bitch need a Tic Tac (ooh)
My bitch bad so I gave her that Lamb' truck
Your bitch a hoe, so I fuck with my pants up
Pull up in the Rolls truck, I'm tryna do donuts
Goin' bi-coastal, you niggas too local
My dawgs on a poster, the gun's at the holster
My dawg gon' smoke ya, he already want it
You treat me like God, just know I'm anointed
I can't see my cup and I can't see no opponent
Went bought her that Patek, it's coming in yellow
I ball like Carmelo, the Royce Roc-A-Fella
I'm movin' real mellow, but movin' with hollows
I'm purchasin' models, I'm purchasin' bottles
From down south of France, this one from Monte Carlo
The Richard, the Presi', no, this not Movado
You bitches too petty, you didn't hit the lotto
You should've got more, but you got what you swallowed, ha
I done took a point-blank range at a thot-thot
Made her suck the cock-cock, right on the spot-spot
Tore them bitches up, might as well be a chop-shop
Told her she can no longer shop at Topshop
Chanaynaynay and Balmain on a bop-bop
Drippin' and spillin', bitch, you better bring a mop-mop
I just killed a cat on the street, that my word (oh, my word)
Hoppin' out the 'Rari, sittin' lower than the curb (yeah, on the curb)
Ever since I got rich, I'm trickin' in with Vert (still my word)
Took my bitch shoppin' at the mall, spent a bird (in the 'burb)
90 thou' for a brick of heroin off of shurbs (yeah)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My niggas sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a drive-by in a matte black Hellcat
Picked up a opp bitch in the same Hellcat
Suck up the dick, now the bitch need a Tic Tac (ooh)
I just shot my shot at this little thot
I'm tryna cri-ni-nack on her bi-nack
My niggas sellin' cri-nack for the sti-nacks
And I got a big, big MAC for the chit-chat
Did a drive-by in a matte black Hellcat
Picked up a opp bitch in the same Hellcat
Suck up the dick, now the bitch need a Tic Tac (ooh)