Lyrical Breakdown of Get Right Witcha - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Get Right Witcha" 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 "Get Right Witcha" 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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M-M-M-Murda Yeah Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck 'em) Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain't touchin' (nah, skrt) Lookin' at your ho because she bustin' (ye, woo) Ridin' in the coupe with the wings (brrt) Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks) Percocet party, servin' fiends (perky!) Swear to God my plug was Vietnamese (brrt, brrt, brrt) Taliban, my drugs, wrap 'em please (Taliban) Servin' all day, my gas on E (let's go) Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty) Shadows keep wavin' by my window (woo, shadows) Thankin' God he saved my life from kick doors (God!) Still sippin' oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone) Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha In the kitchen with a lot of white (white) I done fucked a lot of niggas' wife (smash) Make a milli, then I make it twice (M's) Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith) I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh) Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh) Used to ask what the lick was like (where?) Now I'm askin' what the Lear look like (huh?) Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh) Smokin' cookie, yeah that's dynamite (cookie, woo) Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini) All these diamonds, yeah they white on white (white) Takin' chances, had to roll the dice (aye) Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt) Born with it, count a hunnid thousand, start snowin' with it (hunnid) Go and get it, thirty round clip, tear off a arm or ligament (rrah) Bitch, I'm a dog from menace (urr) You trappin' hard for pennies (go) Hop in the frog, it's tinted (skrrt) Askin' the lord, forgive me (hey) Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha Pop me a missile (aye) Take me a picture (flash) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Lit like Christmas (like Christmas) White like tissue (white) Drank too official (drank) Cut like scissors (cut) Boy got wisdom (wisdom) Fuckin' on vixens (smash) Hoe game itchin' (itch) Fuckin' with the wrong one, trippin' Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt) Hundred round drum, listen Fuck around and end up missin' (brrt) Get 'em knocked off for a ticket Have my young nigga do the sentence Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope) Rockstar livin' life, Lennon You can do better, never settle Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt) I tell the plug mail them Which way? Dat way, tell 'em, aye Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss 'em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up, fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha