Lyrical Breakdown of SUM TO HATE ON - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Moneybagg Yo weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "SUM TO HATE ON" 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 Moneybagg Yo 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 Moneybagg Yo's narrative.

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Ayy, Breezy What's up, Speak? Man, I need you to find me a beat, give me some shit I can just go straight in on No hook, pop my shit, they got me fucked up out here (You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie) Yeah, this the one They actin' like you ain't one of the GOATS in this shit, nigga It's time to pop your shit, Speak, let's go Run it from the top Okay, bet, let's do it, nigga (Go) Keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Yeah, I like that, I like that), I'm poppin' it major Yeah, givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Get in there, get in thеre), I'm fuckin' they baby momma Givin' thesе folks somethin' to hate on (Put that shit on), I'm drippin' in flavor I keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (How?), pull up, Cyber Maybach (Skrrt) I keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on They like, "Bagg, this the shit we were waitin' on" Just got a truckload in, now they gone Give me a week, I bet it don't take long (Phew) For no nigga, I bet' not wait on (Never) Keep stackin' it up, get your pape' long (Tall) If twelve get behind me, I skate on (Skrrt) High speed chase like I'm Deion (Bro, Deion, just pull over, I know—) I'm with a rapper bitch right now, she told me some niggas be hatin' on (Pussy) A money gettin'-ass niggas like me, I done drew down on niggas like crayons (Say it to me) SRT, when I crank this Jeep, this ain't no Cherokee (Vroom) I just knocked his main lil' bitch, she told me everything (Hey) Soon that ho get off, my pregnant bitch gon' cherish me (On God) I told a nigga he can have my ho before I share my lean (Here) Right now, I get two for a show just to walk in the spot, that's a hundred a host (I stamp) Givin' these folks somethin' to hate on daily, I gotta pop it some more (Keep goin', keep goin') Talkin' that shit, I'ma send me a blitz, l'ma do you like Sosa did Tony (Go) I ask that bitch if that pussy for me, she said, "Yes, you and you only" (Mwah) I got a project bitch, she bowed leg (Thick) She kept the shit real, got a Rolex (Wrist) She on her period, code red Just fuck it, just give me some more head I drunk it all, I need more meds You really goin' off what a ho said? (Huh?) That lil' shit you got, l'ma blow that (It's nothin') I'm on the way, I'm reloaded (That mode) Better do it if you catch me loafin' (For real) You only get one shot, Bodie (Barely) Thick bitch with me, Cambodian (Woo) Slime with me, Nickelodeon (Slatt, ayy, fuck the hook, keep goin') I'm still shittin' on these lil' ass niggas (Talk yo' shit) I just might boo boo (Uh, uh), I might just piss on these lil' ass Niggas (Ugh, ugh) I might pull up 'Rari truck (Turn up on 'em, Speak, skrrt, skrrt) Fuck, nigga, I already did the Brabus truck (Eight more bars, hey) Hey, fuck nigga Find you somethin' safe, do niggas, then play with a king Money, cars, bitches and bling, V 'Lac with the black wing Ra-tat-tat-tat, choppers and things (Gave it) Bad bitch text my phone right now, she like, "Why did you leave me?"(Stop whinin') More money, more opps, more guns right now (What?), I go to war with the region (Whoever) You think 'cause you know me, I'ma let you ho me (Ha), boy, you just don't know who you hit (On God) Come through with choppers, knockin' like Jehovah, the difference, ain't nobody witness (Nathanael) "What's your relationship with Yo Gotti," that really ain't nobody business (Yeah, nigga) You really chose him over the mob, I did this shit for the city Keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Yeah, go), I'm poppin' it major Yeah, givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Get in there, get in there), I'm fuckin' they baby momma Givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (Put that shit on), I'm drippin' in flavor I keep givin' these folks somethin' to hate on (How?), pull up, Cyber Maybach (We gone)