Lyrical Breakdown of Kush on the Yacht - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kush on the Yacht" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Kush on the Yacht" 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.

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Ayy, yeah (skrrt) Three hundred thousand dollar deposit I never changed for a bitch (uh-uh) Got rich, still didn't switch (nah) Might split a mil' with the clique (yeah) Fake love, I don't feel that shit (I hate that shit) I spend a dub on a fit (dizzub) Ayy come get your girl off my dick (ugh) My shooting guards don't miss (nah) I just pulled up in the six (hundred) Fucked her and call her a Lyft (bitch) Lil' bitch I got shit to do (bitch) I just poured codeine in my cranberry apple juice (haha, pour up) Quarter milly on me, flyin' around Malibu (skrrt) It's too much ice, ridiculous (wah) We do what we wanna, you dig it (you dig it) My boots and my jacket Givenchy (yeah) Might wake up and go buy a Bentley (yeah) My neck and my wrist, they hittin' (yeah) Pulled out 'cause she tried to kiss me (get out) My number in her phone then I smashed it (ugh) Once, maybe twice, then I passed it (yeah) Lil' mama bougie and nasty (yeah) My lil' nigga robbin' and trappin' (yeah) Dolph why you don't never want to sign a major deal? (umm) 'Cause I'm shittin' on every nigga with a major deal (facts) I own all my shit and I collect all of my mils (facts) Remember my best friend used to be my vacuum seal (trap) Three bombs, one day, that's a half a mil' (trap) Too much money up in here, no company at the crib (hahaha) Can you get some money, fuck you, get it how you live (fuck you) Bitch I went from sellin' pounds to sellin' ad-libs (it's Dolph) One show, two shows, three shows, four (four) I might take that lil' money and go buy a Lambo, hey RIP my nigga Sambo (RIP) Big money shit what I stand for (big shit) Got the plug on speed dial, yeah (brrt) Yeah, got your bitch on redial (hello?) Drop top (skrrt), black Glock (Glock) I put work (work), on my block (yeah) Bust down (ayy), my chain (ayy) Bust down (ayy), my watch (blaow) Syrup in my soda pop (raw) It's killin' me but I can't stop (raw) Yeah I'm addicted to guap (yeah) They want me dead like Pac (hey) Fuck 'em, go buy another car (fuck 'em) Fuck 'em, go buy some more rocks (fuck 'em) I'm smokin' kush on the yacht (hah) Young nigga playin' with a lot (a lot) I just pulled up on the block (hah) Nigga like look what I got (haha) Young nigga playin' with a lot, yeah (a lot) Young nigga playin' with a lot (what he doin'?) Lil' nigga playin' with a lot (a lot) And I put that shit on God (on God) Boy all that you do is 'flauge (liar) My niggas gon' shoot if I nod (get 'em) Your bitch gon' fuck if I let her (ayy come here) Your bitch gon' fuck when I tell her (hah) Gabbana my sneakers and sweater (Dolce) She wanna feel Ferrari leather (ah) I bought my lil' boy a Tesla (Tesla) I said, "This what you want?" he said, "Yessir" (yes sir) Too many chains, my neck hurt (damn) I dive in that money bitch, headfirst (woo) Too many racks on me Damn, man, this shit got my leg hurtin' (damn) I don't want to hit your weed (why?) Damn, man, that shit make my head hurt (hah) Came out like it's fashion week Damn, man, shit that boy fresh as hell I mix the Tom Ford with the Fear Of God Guccis with the new Chanel (Dolph) Diamonds bitin', your bitch barkin' Get out his way, no one can stop him Lil' nigga playin' with a lot (a lot) That young nigga playin' with a lot (hey) Drop top (skrrt), black Glock (Glock) I put work (work), on my block (yeah) Bust down (ayy), my chain (ayy) Bust down (ayy), my watch (blaow) Syrup in my soda pop (raw) It's killin' me but I can't stop (raw) Yeah I'm addicted to guap (yeah) They want me dead like Pac (hey) Fuck 'em, go buy another car (fuck 'em) Fuck 'em, go buy some more rocks (fuck 'em) I'm smokin' kush on the yacht (hah) Young nigga playin' with a lot (a lot) I just pulled up on the block (hah) Nigga like look what I got (haha) Young nigga playin' with a lot, yeah (a lot) Young nigga playin' with a lot