Lyrical Breakdown of FWM - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "FWM" 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 "FWM" 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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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ridin' real deep, pussy nigga, and I'm too good
AK no carbon fiber, bitch real wood
Know some young niggas turned rich and is still hood
Hop out the whip, get a glimpse of my new bitch
White X6 and with a boost kit
Playin' wit' the guap, that'll get your ends split
Used to be broke eatin' jelly sandwich with the crust cut off
Pump with the sawed-off
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend step it up
Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up
Pole game, tryna run it up
Lock safe like a Brink's truck
Fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, yeah
Yo' bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, yeah
Clip on the hip like it's stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah
Ridin' 'round town, drop top wit' the sizzurp
Make her suck dick 'til get lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer
Young ass nigga, I don't even drink liquor
I don't even pull up to the mixer
I don't even want to fuck the bitch
I do, but I know she gon' tell
Hit from the back, her chain hit the headboard
It sound like a bell
Pussy nigga I repel
Real niggas don't take L's
Hop in the Bentley, the Maybach, the G-Wagon, nigga whatever
Glockety tucked in the sweater, Osiris gon' pop it wherever
Pellz gon' pop it wherever
Lil' Baby gon' pop it wherever
Stay out the mix, stay wit' a bitch in the whip
Hellcat hit a flip
Up it up wit' a chip
Bitch nigga don't you send for me unless the check got it in for me
Write it out to my industry
The bitch lace front incomplete
These niggas loco
Hang wit' the cops, the McFoggel
Bitch nigga I am a mogul
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend step it up
Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up
Pole game, tryna run it up
Lock safe like a Brink's truck
Fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, yeah
Yo' bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, yeah
Clip on the hip like it's stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah
Ridin' 'round town, drop top wit' the sizzurp
Make her suck dick 'til get lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer