Lyrical Breakdown of Put Em Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Put Em Out" 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 "Put Em Out" 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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I'm that nigga bitch
Got your main hoe rollin' my swishers
Bitches love Yachty
Stackin' paper up so I can buy my stack
Anthrax got my trunt beatin' in my jeans
Scratch i'm too fly
Rollin' up this purp got me too high
Double dippin' any bitch I want
Them walk it out like I'm Dj Unk
Pull the 9 out and let 'em have it
Pillow talkin' niggas swear they faggots
Talkin' 'bout you movin', blowin'
Countin' guap, boy
Your ass cheaper than coin star
Talkin' 'bout you got the xans with the lean
Need to wake up from the dream
How many times I done told you
Before that I'm up next?
RD gettin' way too hot
RD gettin' too reckless
I can tell that he fu from
The looks of his necklace
Niggas mad cause I'm stackin' guap
Fuck her friend straight for days
Fuck your hand out I got my ways
Seein' goofy niggas like an xray
Hangin' out the window with the AK
This the new trap for the fly niggas
They like any of my ride or die nigga
I don't fuck with you that's on god nigga
And if you talkin' down he can catch
Hollowtips straight to the side nigga
Got the block hot, trail blazer
Lemme show you 'round the whole trap baby
Pots and pans near the scale baby
Rollin' up a whole 12 baby
I can't fuck with 12 baby
I really been stackin' up lately
Got a white bitch, look like Joseph lately
Got the brown whip like a bowl of gravy
I'm a hot boy, these hoes crazy
I could never ever trust 'em
(I cannot trust 'em)
Stick'em six feet below the ground
Nigga better not make a sound
But I still knew the pound
Ballin' soo hard I'm on NBA Bound
Now his body can't be found
Your shoes drippin' you might fuckin' drown
Servin' pints all around the town
Bitch I'm drippin' and dabbin'
And right then I'm in the wax
Smokin' thrax, sellin' thrax
Pull it out my hat like a magician
I could write you a prescription
Lemme stop givin' these niggas descriptions
I make music for the young and dumb
Lean in my cup got my body numb
And my blunts fatter than a swollen thumb
Damn, I do not drink rum, this purple
Got me geekin' like Steve Urkle
Got your bitch out past her curfew
100 pack shawty, now I'm a walkin' lift
And whip the brick got the whip
Do not try to run cause I got a stick
Doggin' niggas just like like Michel Vick
Whippin' soo hard, done sprained my wrist
Finessin' soo hard I can't call it quit's