Lyrical Breakdown of Trap Funk - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trap Funk" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Migos weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Trap Funk" 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 Migos 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 Migos's narrative.

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Yung Rich Nation! Migo! This what they been waiting for... If you don't know what you're hearing, you're listening to that new trap funk Same keys that you're hearing, same keys that I got in my trunk Trap funk 'cuz I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk 'Cuz I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk Same keys that you're hearing, same keys I am dealing Same niggas that you're fearing, same niggas that I live with Couple m's in the attic, ain't gotta count it every day 'cuz I'm havin' Got the fish in the water, I'm slabbin' Count up the extras, I'm dabbin' Eighteen hours in Moscow, what the hell them niggas doin' in Moscow? Yung Rich Nation, Migo gang now, havin' international fame now She don't speak no English, she wanna meet me, her daddy the plug out in Argentina She try to drain that liquid in the glass, told the baby girl "it's not tequila" In miami I hit the [?], traffic in the Lamborghini two seater Your ho fly, antenna, I take her to the telly, I fuck her one time and I leave her If you don't know what you're hearing, you're listening to that new trap funk Same keys that you're hearing, same keys that I got in my trunk Trap funk 'cuz I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk 'Cuz I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk I got the blues... Used to be kickin' them doors in my Jordans, I walk in the club with my Lous (Louboutins) Now we fuck bitches by two Dropped out of school, they said we was fools, them diamonds looking like a fool Mansion, twenty five rooms, we got bananas, baboons Young niggas we brough the trap... back We gave you, so fuck it, we want it back Don't do that, nigga, boy, we on that Whippin' and flippin', you cloned that I'm not going back and forth, she knew it was a 'Rari when she seen the horse Trappin' babies and we never abort it Migo gang we established on the north We had the bando beating like a po' I wanted some money, I jumped off the porch Hot nigga so I keep me a toy I will burn a nigga, put that on my lil' boy If you don't know what you're hearing, you're listening to that new trap funk Same keys that you're hearing, same keys that I got in my trunk Trap funk 'cuz I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk 'Cuz I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk Call it trap funk 'cuz we having gas backs, and we put the fork in the trap Same keys you're here playing on the piano, I got them wrapped up in saran wrap Got a plug, got in Moscow with the act And go tell them too much information they rats Baby bottle, but no Rugrat Niggas is old hundreds, call them Thunder Cats Young nigga be dabbin', hittin' the foam with the spatula Dab daddy, pull up, these bitches suck me like Dracula Diamonds pull up, my jeweler from Canada You niggas steal bubblegum wrapping 'cuz you niggas amateurs (pitiful) Christian Louboutins, a walking mannequin, my balmains full of blue Benjamins Don't drink that shit just to be cool, I only sip Actavis 'cuz it's my medicine They put me on the news, they tryna embarass me Got the Migos looking like we some terrorists Taking hits, gotta run with the punchin' My momma told me it's just a form of jealousy If you don't know what you're hearing, you're listening to that new trap funk Same keys that you're hearing, same keys that I got in my trunk Trap funk 'cuz I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk 'Cuz I'm having gas back and I made it off of trap talk