Lyrical Breakdown of Wolves - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wolves" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Pop Smoke weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wolves" 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 Pop Smoke 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 Pop Smoke's narrative.
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Swirv
Doin' shit can't believe (Yeah)
Every city that I go to you know I fuck with the G's (With the G's)
NYC, I fuck with the wolves, I fuck with the sleeves
Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's
Me and Pop Smoke we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go)
Heard that they drop the witness, I'ma just sip my tea (Hmm)
I ain't take a pat down, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah)
Yeah was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast
AP, Audemars, cost a hunnid thousand
Big .38 gon hawk 'em, if a nigga tryna stretch it
Big .38 up on my body,
Put him in the sky, it won't leave a witness, ha
Send that nigga to the dental, ha
For thinkin' that niggas pretendin'
I got fifty two shots in this Glock
With an infrared up on a op if he let off
Chains, Ksubi on the top, yellow tape on his block, blow his head off
Roll with the choppa go dumb (Dumb)
Niggas see me and they run (Run)
Set us up on the gun (Gun)
I'm 'bout to rage for nun'
Dre, Ksubi, boy playin' with the toolie, huh
I bet he make a movie, huh (Look)
Pop dripped up in Louis (Huh)
A couple hunnids and some jewelry
A couple hunnids and some Gucci (Yeah)
Doin' shit can't believe (Yeah)
Every city that I go to you know I fuck with the G's (With the G's)
NYC, I fuck with the wolves, I fuck with the sleeves
Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's
Me and Pop Smoke we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go)
Heard that they drop the witness, I'ma just sip my tea (Hmm)
I ain't take a pat down, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah)
Yeah was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast
Bitch get naked in my presidential suite (Yeah)
Yeah, poppin' off tags, every day wear brand new tee (Yeah, no cap)
Yeah, grew up I turned into the G I wanna be (Be)
Yeah, got a time piece, but the time I cannot see (Yeah)
Dropped a bag they covered his body up with a sheet (Yeah, yeah)
Pulled up on the block, they left him in the middle of the street
Rest in peace, I hope his family losin' sleep
Keep my eyes open, I kill his cousin if he come for me (No cap)
Yeah, any second on the clock, I'm sippin' on wock'
Yeah, say he want smoke, drop a bag, every body get shot
Yeah, anytime we leave the club these bitches gon' flock (Flock)
Yeah, keep makin' hits, I'ma keep, I'm on my job (Yeah)
Every city that I go to you know I fuck with the G's (With the G's)
NYC, I fuck with the wolves, I fuck with the sleeves
Said he want smoke, his body drop, it cost two G's
Me and Pop Smoke we fuckin' on bitches overseas (Yeah, yeah)
Took his soul, rest in peace, got his face painted on a tee (Let's go)
Heard that they drop the witness, I'ma just sip my tea (Hmm)
I ain't take a pat down, I'm inside the club with my piece (Yeah)
Yeah was raised in the jungle, it turned me to a beast