Lyrical Breakdown of Cartier Gucci Scarf (feat. Lil Duke) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cartier Gucci Scarf (feat. Lil Duke)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cartier Gucci Scarf (feat. Lil Duke)" 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 Thug 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 Thug's narrative.

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Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah I came from the top Big big pointers in the watch, woo Filled up a party with some thots, woo Pillsbury Doughboy, where the molly? Yeah I take the top of that Benz off I take the top of your girl off Richards the cost of your Murlock Untop the top like a tanktop I was just bringin' the bread out I pour the syrup out Mix red with the green like a turtle And a lil' workout Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe Inside blue and the Patek came blue, ayy I'm 'bout to spray your boo Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy I put the crap on the seat All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey Pop out a new red Spider, yeah I bought a new red Spider, bitch Hit your own mama, don't wife her, yeah Heard you dance just like her, bitch I'ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah Stars in the seat, yeah I'm Justin Bieber-ed up The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked They couldn't stand down when I built it up I'm riding 'round the town with the semi tucked I got my bundles up Back burner if you don't got no tummy tuck Money only thing make it certain I'ma come through like Big Worm Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah I came from the top Big big pointers in the watch Filled up a party with some thots Pillsbury Doughboy, where the molly? I take the top of that Benz off I take the top of your girl off Richards the cost of your Murlock Untop the top like a tanktop I was just bringin' the bread out I pour the syrup out Mix red with the green like a turtle And a lil' workout Hey, hoppin' out the Lambo' coupe I forgot the roof, ballin' like swoosh, hey (Swoosh) Spittin' like I lost a damn tooth All my dawgs go roof, boy, you cuffin' the swoop, hey (Swoop) I left the streets and I went to the booth No hesitatin', I'ma shoot, hey I'm 'bout to get something new I'ma geek that bitch up, I'ma paint that bitch blue, hey (Skrrt) I'ma leave him dead in the street Throw him in the river, won't find him for a week, hey All of my hoes, they freaks (Freaks) She ain't got my money then her ass gettin' beat, bitch Shoot that bitch up with the stick Had the Glock in the spot, pretty bitch suckin' my cock She bad and she know that she got a fat ass How could I not? Hey (How could I not) They're screaming my name (Name) They singing my shit all in Spain (Spain) Kick so much shit, need a cane (Kick it) I'm blowing on good Mary Jane, hey Look at my mama up (Mama up) YSL hot as a sauna, we up (Sauna, we up) Up like a Tonka truck (Tonka truck) Not OJ Mayo, but I get the bucks Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah I came from the top Big big pointers in the watch Filled up a party with some thots Pillsbury Doughboy, where the molly? I take the top of that Benz off I take the top of your girl off Richards the cost of your Murlock Untop the top like a tanktop I was just bringin' the bread out I pour the syrup out Mix red with the green like a turtle And a lil' workout (Ayy)