Lyrical Breakdown of Future Swag - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Future Swag" 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 "Future Swag" 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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Thugga

Yeah it's that cash talk

Slatt Slatt Slatt

I fuck on your baby mama

Let's fuck on your baby mama

Cause I wanna fuck on your baby mama

Some head from your baby mama

I need some brain from your baby mama

The head from your baby mama

I need me some brain from your baby mama

Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat

Lil mama, she wet like a boat

Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat

Lil mama, she wet like a boat

Lil mama, she ready for war

She ready for dick in her ass and her throat

Lil mama she wet for the faculty

Lil mama, she ready, she after me

Gon' do it, gon' do it

Gon' do it, they way too influenced

I do it, I do it, I'm the goat I'm the motherfuckin' mule

I do it, I don't know the president but I got pull

I do it, the only thing I see is red like a bull

That purple label all up under my garments

They tourin', I fuck on that bitch in the back of the tour

I feed her that molly she put it right there on her tongue

You call me Osama I'm passin' hundreds to the bombs

I'm passin' hundreds to the bond nigga

You know thats nothin' but two crumbs nigga

The finger lickin' and my palms itchin'

I'm dead fresh, fuck a prom nigga

I'm on yo' ass like some thongs, nigga

I'm brand new just born, nigga

I'm gettin' hundreds like a foreign nigga

You know we chargin' like Dodge nigga

I fuck on your baby mama

Let's fuck on your baby mama

Cause I wanna fuck on your baby mama

Some head from your baby mama

I need some brain from your baby mama

The head from your baby momma

I need me some brain from your baby mama

Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat

Lil mama, she wet like a boat

Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat

Lil mama, she wet like a boat

Lil mama, she ready for war

She ready for dick in her ass and her throat

Lil mama she work for the faculty

Lil mama, she ready, she after me

I won't hear you scream if you rich

I'm never gon' go out like Meech

I know that I look like a lick

I chop off your tongue, ya dig

A solid foundation the nation

Believe this shit started in the basement

My uncle that died is amazin'

You see all the looks on my faces

I see all them racks on ya' cases

We send them to a better place

We send them boys to meet their maker

I'm goin' up skyscraper

I think my dogs with my neighbors

Your kids seen me on cable, and

I'm drinkin' syrup, nigga maple (lean)

Hurry up where the gates at

She ain't nothin' I can't cake that

This is only where the apes at

All you lame niggas stay back (move)

Switchin' lanes in the Maybach (skrt)

Hit the motor like a play back

Brand new Rollie and the face black

I fuck on your baby mama

Let's fuck on your baby mama

Cause I wanna fuck on your baby mama

Some head from your baby mama

I need some brain from your baby mama

The head from your baby mama

I need me some brain from your baby mama

Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat

Lil mama, she wet like a boat

Lil mama she wet like a boat, a boat

Lil mama, she wet like a boat

Lil mama, she ready for war

She ready for dick in her ass and her throat

Lil mama she work for the faculty

Lil mama, she ready, she after me