Lyrical Breakdown of Dropped Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dropped Out" 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 "Dropped Out" 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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Uh, drop top and it come up (what?) I dropped out then I came up (what?) I dropped out then I came up I went down then I got up Dropped it on a hummer On the block 'til the Sun up (what?) Told my bitch: Don't wait up (what?) I get home then kill her (what?) I go bryson tiller (beep) Shawty want a dealer I'm a drug-dealer (what?) Got more gas than a dealer Pop more pills than a killer Michael jackson, thriller Take her out then I kill her Shawty want a nigga with them racks, I'm that nigga (what?) Yeah, I'm a lil' boy with that guap (what?) Yeah, I'm a lil' boy with that cash (what?) Yeah, I'm a lil' boy with that guap (what?) Yeah, I'm a lil' boy with that cash (what?) Yeah, they don't wanna see me on top (what?) Yeah, they don't wanna send me a bag (what?) Yeah, they don't wanna see me on top (what?) Yeah, they don't wanna send me a bag (what?) Uh, uh (what?), send (what? What?) They don't wanna send me a bag (what? What?) So I just left (what?) I'm on the top with the goats, hey (what?) I'm on the top with the pros, huh (what?) I'm on the top with the coach, yeah (what?) I'm on the top with the coach, ooh (what?) Yeah, it's carti, you smellin' me, uh (what?) Yeah, I'm smokin' penelope, ooh (what?) Yeah, the bitch put a spell on me, ooh (what?) Yeah, she gave me some melody, ooh (what?) Yeah, gave me some melody (what?) Yeah, gave me some melody (what?) C-a-r-t-I, bitch, yeah, just like a spelling bee, ooh (what?) Yeah, I ran through the check, bitch, bitches be tellin' me, ooh (what?) Yeah, you is just a thot, bitch, niggas be tellin' me, ooh (what?) Yeah, I can't fuck with opps, bitch, I know they be tellin', yeah, ooh (what?) I dropped out then I came up I went down then I got up Dropped it on a hummer On the block 'til the Sun up (what?) Told my bitch: Don't wait up (what?) I get home then kill her (what?) I go bryson tiller (beep) Shawty want a dealer I'm a drug-dealer (what?) Got more gas than a dealer Pop more pills than a killer Michael jackson, thriller Take her out then I kill her Shawty want a nigga with them racks, I'm that nigga (what?) I dropped out then I came up I went down then I got up Dropped it on a hummer On the block 'til the Sun up (what?) Told my bitch: Don't wait up (what?) I get home then kill her (what?) I go bryson tiller (beep) Shawty want a dealer I'm a drug-dealer (what?) Got more gas than a dealer Pop more pills than a killer Michael jackson, thriller Take her out then I kill her Shawty want a nigga with them racks, I'm that nigga (what?)