Lyrical Breakdown of Accomplishments - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Accomplishments" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Yachty weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Accomplishments" 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 Yachty 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 Yachty's narrative.

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Zaytoven Zay-fuckin'-toven Fuckin' on his bitch in the back of somebody house If it ain't Zay, then it's up like your brother's spouse I don't want sex from your girl, I would like mouth My bitch booty got dents like an old couch Finna show my ass, let 'em know what a nigga on Talkin' out the neck, quickest way to see a nigga gone Roll around with six different names like I'm Sean Combs My gang, I'ma be attached like a human bone This bitch wanna get fucked, she gon' get flown Fuck it, she gon' get flew, beat it 'til it turn blue (Go 'head) Why got one bitch? Nigga, I can have two Glock on the hip like one side got glue Got a little older, then I started hangin' with the Jews Big brain shawty with a high enough IQ (Ayy) Big three shots comin' in on the IV Nigga got coke on the blanket, it's LV Can't a nigga broker tell me nothin' and that's on God Niggas at the park lookin' at me like a young god Bro'nem snatch a nigga chain, call him Rashad One bitch black, one Asian, now it's Rush Hour Thick white bitch, same color as some cauliflower Shit 'bout to get real lit, keep the door closed Bentley coupe two doors, Bentley truck four doors (Go) Fill a bitch up with 'bout four holes She ain't tryna fuck, that's a no-go (Ayy) Kick the bitch out, that's a waste hoe Hey, hey (Keed, talk to 'em) All my shooters don't play, yeah (Don't play) Beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (Boom) High top shoes, no lace, yeah (No cap) Bad bih' came from LA, yeah (LA) Whole lotta shots, no trace (Bang) I walked in, tryna call my own plays (Tryna call 'em) Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith (Chop-chop, chop-chop) I get a bad bih' just to rock out the stage (Yeah) Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (Rockstar) We drippin' this shit all day (Yeah) Go get millions, that's accomplishment (Keed, talk to 'em) Ain't fuckin' with y'all borin' hoes, no way (No, sir) I ain't fuckin with y'all, oh-no (Let's go) I send shots where your mother stay (Say what?) Just 'cause we don't care too I was geeked out in that Maybach, shit (Yes, sir) I was drivin' it with no hands, ooh (Skrrt, skrrt) I hopped in the Hellcat, shit I'm drivin' it with no hands too (No cap) I don't lose (No, sir) No, y'all boys ain't havin' no clue (Let's go), yeah Smokin' big blunts of White Runtz While I'm kicking shit with Lil Uzi I'll take the cam', make a movie, yeah (Yeah) I'll pop the shit on your order (Pop it) Niggas ain't playin', we'll lose it We havin' bad bitches, big booties (Bad bitches, let's go, Keed, talk to 'em) I'm on some slimeball time (Slatt, slatt) I bring them slimeballs 'round (Slatt) I'm with the same ones that pullin' me down (Yeah) Ain't holdin' up, I'm on the grind Play with Lil Keed, it's a whole lotta shots I don't know why she cryin', I don't give a fuck (Uh-uh) She know I'm a dog, she know I'm a lot (Yes, sir) Hey, hey (Keed, talk to 'em) All my shooters don't play, yeah (Don't play) Beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (Boom) High top shoes, no lace, yeah (No cap) Bad bih' came from LA, yeah (LA) Whole lotta shots, no trace (Bang) I walked in, tryna call my own plays (Tryna call 'em) Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith (Chop-chop, chop-chop) I get a bad bih' just to rock out the stage (Yeah) Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (Rockstar) We drippin' this shit all day (Yeah) Go get millions, that's accomplishment