Lyrical Breakdown of Wat Be Wrong?? - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wat Be Wrong??" 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 "Wat Be Wrong??" 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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(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(SkyDiddy)
What be wrong with niggas?
(What be wrong with niggas?)
Man, what be wrong with bitches?
(Man, what be wrong with bitches?)
Uh-uh, go
Back in the hood with my ice on (right now)
Niggas pull up, they quarantined
You got ahead, then told that man (why?)
Look at the drip like Visine
Shot off, I put a lil' sauce in every bitch I come 'cross
Pop off, bring your ass outside or we gon' shoot the lock off
Fuck your apology, gotta fix it how you broke it
Tell the internet you're sorry, you don't know what you was smokin'
I can peep how niggas feel through all them stories they be postin'
She fuck with the winnin' team, but I can't treat her like no trophy (no, sir)
Hit her with the Heisman, I'm not on that type of timin' (stiff arm)
Blue hunnids match my diamonds, I understood the assignment (details)
I'm in the Maybach vibin', them killers gon' trail behind me
Tellin' all them war stories, I never heard about you slidin'
What be wrong with niggas?
(What be wrong with niggas?)
Man, what be wrong with bitches?
(Man, what be wrong with bitches?)
Uh-uh, speak
Let me teach him, he wasn't on point, had to brief him
You not my opp, you a hater, stop tellin' people we beefin'
She wants me to take her serious, I don't know what she was thinkin'
Still ain't find out what to call it, we just sneakin' and linkin' (uh-uh)
Catch me comin' down your timeline givin' it (gave it)
It go viral, they mimic it
I'm speakin' up 'cause I ain't feelin' it (nope)
Everybody don't deserve it (what?)
I been actin' stingy with my energy
Still in cahoots with some dope boys, that be re-in' up with the stimulus
Packin' and stackin' and flippin' it (hey)
How you cross your nigga for a bitch that's temporary? (Huh?)
From EBT to BET, lil' hoe, I'm legendary (big Bagg)
Shakin' my head 'cause this shit sad, but it's still funny (what?)
Niggas'll call a baby big bruh if he got some money (ha-ha-ha)
What be wrong with niggas?
(What be wrong with niggas?)
Man, what be wrong with bitches?
(Man, what be wrong with bitches?)