Lyrical Breakdown of 4tspoon (feat. Yung Bans) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "4tspoon (feat. Yung Bans)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "4tspoon (feat. Yung Bans)" 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 Playboi Carti employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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25/8 678 (Bans)
I just asked my good lord for another day (thank God)
Got my niggas in the bay, shooters in LA (yeah)
Keep some hitters in Atlanta, voolin' every...
Stop that, bring it back, this shit is hot!
(This is a certified hood classic), turn me up
Four tablespoons (uh), four tablespoons
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?) Four tablespoons (yes), four tablespoons
Bans (what, you ain't know?)
25/8 678 (Bans)
I just asked my good lord for another day (thank God)
Got my niggas in the bay, shooters in LA (yeah)
Keep some hitters in Atlanta, voolin' every day (voolin')
Baby give me good face with that pretty face (yeah)
Got a nice slim waist, high-end taste (goddamn)
Bet a nigga need his space, always in my way (my way)
Don't bring that shit my way, we not cool by the way (by the way)
Bitches hoppin' on my wave, swallowin' my babies (yeah)
In that new G-Mercedes, bitch named Mercedes (skrrt-skrrt)
Uh, uh, bitch named Mercedes (yeah)
In that new G-Mercedes, bitch named Mercedes (goddamn)
Bitch, come my way but don't bring nothin' my way
All I want is face, then get out my face
Yeah, that nigga hate, but he stay in his place (place)
.38, right in your face (face)
Playboi keep a bunny right in his face (face)
Uh, uh, yeah
Ass so fat, she gon' give me face (face)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ferragamo waist (waist)
Burberry my taste (taste)
Nigga, hit my line, two phones come my way (my way)
I'm with a rich ho, wait
Tell me where you stay, tell me where you at (where you at?)
Be right there, go pick 'em up, hit me right back (ayy)
(Four tablespoons, four tablespoons...)
I'm on this lean, 24, nigga
Dogs sendin' 20 foes, nigga
Coke, dope, crack, smack, weed, E's and CD's, they got it all!
Four teaspoons (this is a certified hood classic!)
(Four tablespoons, tablespoons...)
Police, you find this
(Laughing all the way to the bank, hahaha)
(Four tablespoons, four tablespoons...)
We ain't new to this, we-we-we true to this
This is not the hottest thing smokin'
You must be out of your goddamn mind!
Turn me up (damn, son, where'd you find this?)