Lyrical Breakdown of Bricks, Chopsticks, & Uzi's (feat. G$ Lil Ronnie) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bricks, Chopsticks, & Uzi's (feat. G$ Lil Ronnie)" 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 Soulja Boy employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(Spitfire)
Yeah, ayy, ayy, shh, Draco
Soulja
You Know what the fuck goin' on
Uh, fifty-some shots, this shit not a thing
Ayy, walk up in this bitch and I make it rain
Huh, then I bought the house, then I bought a chain
Shh, huh, hundred-some shots out the AR-15
Shh, huh, kick-door gang, we take everything
Huh, fifty shots, don't play with that gang
Yeah, hood fame, get money, Lil Ronnie know we gettin' money
VVS two-tone Cuban link cost a whole hundred
West side, Zone 1, bricks, chopsticks, and Uzis
Shh, huh, in my trap house, smokin' stupid fruity (huh)
Ain't no walkin' in my trap unless you coppin', pussy (At all)
This ain't no reggie pack, you tryna snatch, you get this batch, you caught a skoozie (Literally)
Huh, flunked all of my classes, you know my pockets stupid (Dummy)
You find a fifty in my stack, I'm coochie
Bitch, and my soda black as Boosie
Cashed out, bought a batch of cruises (Batch of cruises)
Could've went and bought a chain (Bought a chain)
Bought Percocets for a piece of change
Don't keep it plain, we keep the cleanest drank
Damn, (damn) lil' bro slidin' in a minivan
Shh, how the fuck he sellin' bricks on his Instagram? (Shh)
Damn, walk him down, look him in his face
Backend gang, for the club, it's a hundred K
Hmm, uh, hop up out the Wraith and turn it to a chase (Go)
Hit Ricky 'fore he hit the gate, we will not let an opp get away (At all)
Ain't no goin' to get no chicken, we blessed any day (Nigga)
Slide Hellcats, ARPs shootin' up in his face