Lyrical Breakdown of Choppa Won't Miss - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Choppa Won't Miss" 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 "Choppa Won't Miss" 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.
- 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.
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Yeah! We ain't wasting no time
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Splat, splat, splat, woo!
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
(Choppa won't miss a nigga)
Choppa won't miss a nigga
(Choppa won't miss a nigga)
100 round drum killin' everybody
100 round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga
She hop on the dick and she split
Hop on my dick like a bitch
Suck on my dick like a tick
You a copier
Yeah you like to copy shit
You ain't even on the style till young Carti popped the shit
I got hella hoes (woah)
On some papi shit (woah, woah)
Need to pop a bitch
Need a solid bitch
Harder than a brick
Choppers on the counter
Pints all in the fridge
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
(Choppa won't miss a nigga)
Choppa won't miss a nigga
(Choppa won't miss a nigga)
100 round drum killin' everybody
100 round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Out there running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head
I sell yo ass for 10
I got ice to match the ice
Ice to match the fit
I got bitches on top of bitches
And all my bitches 10s
I still don't dance milly rock, just hide it in my sock
I got bitches in the lot (lot)
Pouring up the pop (pop)
Choppa won't miss a nigga
(Choppa won't miss a nigga)
Choppa won't miss a nigga (grrrah, grrah)
Choppa won't miss a nigga
(Choppa won't miss a nigga)
100 round drum killin' everybody (yeah)
100 round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga (grrrah, Jeffrey!)
30 round drum in the jean jacket
That makin' mean my jean kinda baggy
I never go for a chain snatch
(I never go for a chain snatch)
I done been done had the same jewerly
Three-twenty all on the dash
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon
Me and the dawgs smokin' nothin' but nasty (dawg!)
Fuck the law and whoever askin' (yeah yeah)
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch, so you know she was livid
Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties
'Bout to cheat on my bitch with a mothafuckin' midget
(Mothafuckin' midget)
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
Stackin' for the dawg, I got hoes in every city
That funny hoe, why that bitch say that we living here
Ran over the law, if I tell 'em, "aye let's get it"
Platinum way let's get it, diamonds in my face let's get it
I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, aye!
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Choppa won't miss a nigga
(Choppa won't miss a nigga)
Choppa won't miss a nigga (Red dot)
100 round drum killin' everybody (yeah)
100 round drum killin' everybody
Choppa won't miss a nigga
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!