Lyrical Breakdown of Hit Bout It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hit Bout It" 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 "Hit Bout It" 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, go Woke up, feelin' shiesty, I'm on a, uh (go) Yeah, okay (brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt) Look ayy (Who the hell is) Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely (go) Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces (mmm) Fifty hoes wanna be wifey, that's just too unlikely Pull up six deep just like the Isleys, pick your next move wisely (go) They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricy (yeah) Two hundred racks inside that shoebox, bitch, it ain't no Nikes She think I'm finna trick, I told her, "Don't get too excited" Nigga, touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, this bitch can't keep quiet (ah) The big, bad hood you said you from is lookin' mighty quiet (shut up) I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a strict diet My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5" Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives (yeah) I'm thinkin' of movin' to Africa and marryin' six wives (yeah) I'm in New York, we still got several poles and seven big knives Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let shit fly (fuck) 'Cause if we do, he'll tell the next guy, and then it's all bad Who said that you could come around this side without a hall pass? I used to tweak, pourin' fours of Wock' inside a wine glass These niggas burnt, out here poppin' Xans for a bypass (Who the hell is) I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash Bitch said she like athletes, I walked in with them thigh pads I'm paranoid, I can't hang out for long, bitch, I'm a nomad Christmas came around and I had bought my steppers doormats Inside the whip, the seats is bright and orange like the Lorax (fuck) I'm built tough, I was made to be outside just like Gortex I should make a song about Ferraris, I don't do 'Vettes (fuck) My brother need a new TEC, my mama want a new pet This niggas flip-flop, every week they in a new set (fuck) I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run like a nuisance Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent Where I'm from, it's one way in and out just like a camp tent Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini (yeah) Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini I just told lil' baby to bop before my girl see me (Who the hell is) Pull out a lil' stack, get niggas whacked, you better not look for pinky In and out the trap where I stay, but I ain't one sleepin' I'm totin' an SK for no reason, all my opps are dead I got rubies on my teeth and plus my molly is red I'ma drop his ass soon as I see him, it ain't no discussion Told her it ain't nothin' to get her a bust down if that pussy bussin' All a sudden, bitches love me 'cause I'm gettin' money I'ma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me I was spendin' bands before it was a trend from the ugly Always got revenge, if I ain't get my man, I got his cousin They know I made my woodwork, hop out with a Oak Haters poppin' out the woodwork, but they wanna probe I'm talkin' straight gas, nigga, I'm on all the smoke I just told Lil Yachty to scoot over, let me drive the boat AR with the scope 'cause the Cartier's nearsighted Just got a nigga yoked, if you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it Hittin' her missionary she start yellin', tell her, "Be quiet" I'm with Lil Yachty, we got twin 'Raris We don't fuck with niggas, you don't like it We could hit 'bout it (who the hell is) We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it I ain't passin' my reefer, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it I ain't doin' no features, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it