Lyrical Breakdown of Type S**t - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Type S**t" 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 "Type S**t" 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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Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist (half a milli') But it ain't cost me nothin' for this bad bitch (ain't cost me nothin', ho) We the ones that break the stage (break), stay gettin' paid (pay) Came in the game, get yo' stain, bet the opps know all our names (bitch) Ain't you entertained? (Ho), I bossed her, now she plain (plain) The struggle where we came (struggle), there's smoke behind my game (smoke) (Soo, grraow) Shots get to firin', 'cause some niggas got to hittin' (hittin') Made 'em spin twice, 'cause I swear I thought he missed (go) Fuck that smoke shit, I got ice on my wrist (ice) Still get my hands dirty, I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched (soo, soo, soo) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Bitch, it's the rocket with all of these chains (bitch, it's the rocket) She got a nigga, but shit, she told me she doin' her thang (shit, that's cool) Where there's a plug, well, none are more rockin' right now on terrain (where there's a plug, oh) This the type shit that's out yo' lane Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll) This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go) This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend) This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh) I pour a pint and drank that shit in thirty minutes (drank, lean) Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin' it (get it) Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen (bags) They said that society had turned me to a menace (fuck society, fuck 'em) Look, I say this the type shit, bitches love to type shit I pull up Marine Serre, you know, in some tight shit My accountant think I'm gay, all I do is buy shit From the projects to the private jets, I've been a fly bitch (mwah) Once hoes start doin' bad, they need somethin' they can blame it on (woo) Bitches couldn't be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on (uh) Bitches really be puppets, I'm in the Lamb-chop and I don't play along (skrrt) Are you stupid, dumb, or slow? Got these frames from Ricky O All these verses I done slayed, all these looks that I done gave Could have let these fuck hoes drown, but I let them ride my wave Man, these hoes lookin' real light and this ass lookin' real heavy Feel like 'Yoncé with this Birkin, but I'm Rowland with this Kelly (uh) Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll) This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go) This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend) This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh) Calling shots (brr) Order up the semi's, then score on the opps (score) Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin' (hey) Fuck her, dismiss her, I'm that type of guy (get out of there) Uppin' my fire and I'm wavin' it (fire) Take off the top, I done gutted it (gutted it) Copped me two hunnid before I had busted it (before) Flex on these niggas, this shit gettin' ugly (ugly) I got a Patek inside of a Cullinan I tell her suck on me, I tell her fuck on me Keep it a buck with me, up and it's stuck with me (yes, sir) If we get into it, you niggas go dumb for me (go) Niggas go bump for me, shoot up the club for me (shoot) They want the recipe, body like Nestlé Try get the best of me, but I ain't goin' (no) Shoot like an athlete, nigga, don't threaten me Put out a hit, in two months and he gone (hit) Put out the bitch, she was here for too long (get out) We don't need a loan, the mob Capone (mob) I make an M with a blindfold (woo) Jump out the gym with some bows of the dope (hey) Young niggas spinnin', they takin' his soul (spin) Want a promotion, now he gettin' blowed (blow) Y'all niggas already know (you know) 'Set ain't no ho, he gon' come as a ghost (ghost) Type shit (type shit), this the type shit (let's roll) This the type shit that get yo' bitch hit (smash, go) This the type shit that got you trendin' (woo, trend) This the type shit that get yo' shit split (ooh) (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) (Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda)