Lyrical Breakdown of When You See It (feat. Guapo) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "When You See It (feat. Guapo)" 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 "When You See It (feat. Guapo)" 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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My double cup is so dirty And the clip hold a thirty I don't know which one you working I don't know which one you working But we know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it My double cup is so dirty And the clip hold a thirty I don't know which one you working I don't know which one you working But we know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it We know these niggas some hoes I ain't faking no more I ain't keeping no secrets, Ima' let the world know Since these niggas be hating, niggas gone' get exposed I ain't cocking no deuces So please do not call my phone Ima' fuck all they hoes This not [?] we know Me and Take got a one liter then we poured us a four I had your bitch at the spot, I made her take off her clothes I got some bros in the 0, and they from Hollygrove Ima' call up Tray1, and he gone' fuck up the stove You a junky my nigga, I know you play with your nose Call my jeweller tell him put 5 karat's in my earlobe We know there's snakes in the grass, can get hit with that R.I.C.O Ima' hustler like Jay Z, and Ima' ball like Alpo Money before these hoes Never fall out by money, cause' we gone' get some more I'm from the streets, I won't fold I just live by the code My double cup is so dirty And the clip hold a thirty I don't know which one you working I don't know which one you working But we know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it My double cup is so dirty And the clip hold a thirty I don't know which one you working I don't know which one you working But we know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it Which one is you working Popping seals like they virgins Wrapping that work up no turbine Broke niggas I am allergic My nigga tell me what's your purpose The bando be jumping like Kermit I'm calling up Guapo, we go get that nacho, we pull up like the Secret Service Rolling up cookies and Backwoods Stuffing my weed like tobacco Pretty boy, Offset, and Capo Migos like Pablo Escobar [?] vato Cooking up dope let the junkie taste some Want cocaine classes call up Tray1 Expose you niggas just for fun Pinky ring swole, Big bun I know these niggas they envy me These niggas didn't believe in me I know they hate when we see it nigga Pussy nigga don't you speak to me They killed my bro Pistol Pete, Rest in Peace Pull in the six four, no Eazy E Money over bitches, M.O.B Cookies punching out the cookie jar, Hercules I take the two liter, Peach Crush Fill that bitch up with some mud It got to be Actavis my nigga can't sip like you niggas never did Tuss I pull up in the I-8 Tell Corey open the gate That's the first thing my mama told me when I was young how to know what was fake My double cup is so dirty And the clip hold a thirty I don't know which one you working I don't know which one you working But we know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it My double cup is so dirty And the clip hold a thirty I don't know which one you working I don't know which one you working But we know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it Which one you working lil' boy I'm still serving you know it When I busted out the wrap, you know it's already going Walking in the trap and it's snowing I got a shooter Bruce Bowen When I pop the seal, I keep pouring Look at my shoes, Rick Owens Which are you working my dude Hurry up and come purchase this dog food My niggas don't play by the rules I got my degree out of trap school Young nigga hitting licks With the old dirty stick Trapping out the house, but this time its' a mansion bitch Having mob ties Y'all niggas tell lies You had it all in high school, now they say you dropping fries That's the one that you working, which are you working Still on the block, call me Quavo Kendrick Perkins Double cup still Easter pink call it Kirby Outside clean but the inside dirty Riding around town and a nigga still swerving Jet me ans my passenger seat, and it hold a thirty My double cup is so dirty And the clip hold a thirty I don't know which one you working I don't know which one you working But we know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it My double cup is so dirty And the clip hold a thirty I don't know which one you working I don't know which one you working But we know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it We know hate when we see it We know fake when we see it