Lyrical Breakdown of Red On Red - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Red On Red" 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 "Red On Red" 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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You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt, spillin' lean), hol' up, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
Hermes link, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Ride around, bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Ride on my dick, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Keep a bad bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh (Slatt)
Keep this bitch lit, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Smoke a whole pound, what you talkin' 'bout?
Been playin' wit' your bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Bag in the brief, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Carti got six, what you talkin' 'bout? (Blatt)
Nigga got rich, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Bentleys and Lambs, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh
I'm with my bitch and we vibin' out (Skrr)
Rockin' Vlone when I'm poppin' out, ah
Blingin' my ice, I'm just showin' out
I'm fuckin' your bitch, the new word of mouth
All of these eaters gon' find it out
I'm in this bitch and I'm vibin' out
I'm in this bitch, fuck he talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, spray this bitch up, yeah, bitch, nobody can leave, hol' up (Blatt-blatt-blatt)
Yeah, me and my niggas been geeked up, we was just teens, hol' up (Blicky)
Ayy, I got some niggas that rockin' with me (Ha)
You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)
I'm a young OG, bitch, yeah, ayy
Young nigga don't know me, bitch, yeah
I don't even owe you shit, yeah
I pull up, too much drip, yeah
I pull up, too many bitches, yeah
Iced-out Patek, bitch, yeah (Patek)
I ain't even pay for shit, yeah
Heard you wanna geek 'bout a bitch, yeah ('Bout a bitch)
Put a red dot on your head, yeah
Cut a bitch off, no legs
And the girl stay red on red, yeah
And the juice stay red on red, yeah
In the back with my slatt, what you talm 'bout
Southside, nigga, what you talm 'bout, yeah
We don't do sets, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
We don't do that, what you talm 'bout? Ooh
We spend racks, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Too many beans, I'ma pass out, yeah (Pass out)
I'm on that lean with the TEC out (TEC out)
Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah
We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah
We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (What?)
We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (Ooh, ha)
You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt, spillin' lean), hol' up, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout?Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh)
Talkin' 'bout, ooh