Lyrical Breakdown of In My Stussy's - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In My Stussy's" 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 "In My Stussy's" 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, it's us Pew, pew-pew-pew (hmm) Go, go (hmm) Go, go, go (hmm), slatt, whoa Go, go, whoa, whoa Ten times ten, I just got that on a sheet of paper (whoa) I just put up all-yellow like vanilla wafers (whoa) Tryna tell your bitch 'bout me, you can't save her If it's 'bout Ben Frank, pull up, shoot a town like Craig Sager All my hoes on ten, movin' 'em out the base just like the Raiders, ooh Pew, pew-pew-pew, yeah, slatt, okay (wow) Rearrange his face, think it's sweet, we gon' handle it (yeah) Fuck her from the back, mess it up, I'm gon' damage it (yeah) I don't wanna talk, I want top and I need it (shut up) We will not show up anywhere 'til we receive it (brr) She know I'm too fly, she believe it (woo) And I'm on a jet kickin' up, eatin' Reese's (go) Put a million cash in a safe for my nieces All we do is buy every time, don't do leases (ew) Five hundred thousand for my truck, ooh, Jesus Mh, mh, mh I don't break a sweat over pussy (slatt) Lit up in this bitch, can't nobody overlook me (lit) My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me (go) Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (brr) Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (slap) And I'm outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (yes, yes, ayy) Bae with no ass shots, get your ass shot Tryna play on the back block, he a mascot Every day, I'ma cash out, I don't brag 'bout what I got 'Cause the feds watchin' your headtop If she thick like some dreadlocks, she can gawk-gawk I don't dance, but I pop locks, we can go flock Go shot in a nigga crib, where you niggas live? (Wait) In the set with a hundred TECs, but I'm innocent I be lawyered up, big G's, Hoya cuz Big dawgs on them pups, drive-bys, buckle up Bye-bye when I want You niggas broke, but that's okay with me (it's okay) Just stay with me, don't play with me I cannot make-believe (can't make it up), uh Mh, mh, mh I don't break a sweat over pussy (slatt) Lit up in this bitch, can't nobody overlook me (lit) My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me (go) Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (brr) Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (slap) And I'm outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (yes, yes)