Lyrical Breakdown of Lets Get On Dey Ass - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lets Get On Dey Ass" 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 "Lets Get On Dey Ass" 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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Ever, whoo I'm finna get mean Turn up the circuits Turn up the— What? I'm tryna break me a back Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine I'm tryna pour me a eight Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime I'm tryna order a crate Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass Mmm, alright Deal me personally, nigga, I'm poppin' I'm makin' the calls, I'm pointin' the fingers, I'm gettin' 'em dropped Wеll, well Ball off to that judge with the rеd shells He pissy, can't get none to me He pussy, his bitch wanna do me I ain't trippin', she came from The Boonies "Like, fuck it," I said, they come show me The stuff that I did, they owe me Mmm, mmm, mmm, mhm Fuckin' 'em up, skrrt on they ass I run up the millions and spend it on glass Fuck niggas that ain't got no paper, hm, hm They goin' to water, don't run out of money I'm payin' to hit with your hoe? Ayy, you trippin', buddy Haha (ha), haha (phew) Haha, haha, hm Throw money up in the eco (mmm) Shootin' that bitch like a free throw Maybach since I was a vito (what?) My brother, my twin, Cardo I still put the drugs in the cargo (yeah) They bills ain't more then my car note (shoo) These bitches is bible, barcode (yeah) Huh, run it on auto, yup The money the motto What? I'm tryna break me a back Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine I'm tryna pour me a eight Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime I'm tryna order a crate Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass We finna get on they ass Mmm, alright