Lyrical Breakdown of Off The Meter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Off The Meter" 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 "Off The Meter" 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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(Outtatown, we never out of money)
Yeah (star boy, you're my hero) yeah
I'm pourin' this lean up
I got X and I'm Promethazine'd up
My bitch bad and she pour my codeine up
I just smash when I want, I don't need her
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Do the dash, bitch, I'm off it
I leave that boy dead, put him in a coffin
And I'm fly as hell, yeah, bitch, I'm hawkin'
I'm in Atlanta on the south side with a bitch who don't do this often
I'm fuckin' this bitch at 3:16 a.m., I feel like Steve Austin
No, we don't give a fuck, bitch, we don't give a damn, my niggas we bossin'
My young niggas pullin' up with sticks, shootin' out the Lamb', don't care what it cost
My young bitch just pulled up in Rick, I don't give a damn, told her, "Take it off"
Every time you see me, I'ma blick, I don't give a damn
I'ma fuck your bitch, I don't give a damn
I'm pourin' this lean up
I got X and I'm Promethazine'd up
My bitch bad and she pour my codeine up
I just smash when I want, I don't need her
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Do the dash, bitch, I'm off it
Yeah, hop in the whip, press the gas, and I'm speedin'
Lil' vamp bitch and she dressed in all black, yeah
I love that lil' ho 'cause she's so damn evil
Lil' bitch, I'm high, I'm not eatin'
Slide on that boy with that Glock with that beam
Knock his lights out, yeah, nigga, good evenin'
I need more cups, bitch, yeah, we pourin' up lean
Okay, she bad, she a teaser
But I get stiff on that ho, and she say that I'm mean
I spent 400 all on my tees
It's Rick on my shoes and my motherfuckin' jeans, dawg
And she say that she wanna get geeked
I told that lil' ho to go pop that lil' bean, shawty
I get fly, smokin' exotic narcotics
Hit that bitch in the back of the big body
He talk down on the gang, he get dead bodied (pew, pfft, pew, pew)
I'm pourin' this lean up
I got X and I'm Promethazine'd up
My bitch bad and she pour my codeine up
I just smash when I want, I don't need her
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Do the dash, bitch, I'm off it (More Chaos)
Do the dash, yeah, I'm off it, yeah
Park that bitch, yeah, I'm off it, yeah (lean)
Put my opp in a coffin, yeah (skrrt)
Opp blunt got me coughin', yeah (yeah)
If it ain't nothin', I got diamonds, I got guns (yeah)
I got bitches tryna have fun
Pull out the 'K and I go dumb (dumb)
I pull out the Wraith, me and my son
Stop playin' with the set, I'll get your ass done
Have you laid in the dirt, you don't need a GoFund
Pink slip on me, don't need coupon
He slipped, he ran, he tried to run
Young Carti get rowdy with the gun
I bust a jugg once a month
She throw it back, I make her jump (let's, let's go)
X, yeah, lil' Carti
I'm pourin' this lean up
I got X and I'm Promethazine'd up
My bitch bad and she pour my codeine up (hahahahaha)
I just smash when I want, I don't need her
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter (opium, niggas)
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Yeah, do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Do the dash, bitch, I'm off of the meter
Do the dash, bitch, I'm off it