Lyrical Breakdown of Guwop (feat. Quavo, Offset and Young Scooter) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug feat. Quavo, Offset & Young Scooter weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Guwop (feat. Quavo, Offset and Young Scooter)" 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 feat. Quavo, Offset & Young Scooter employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I done put 20 up under the Sig...

I done put 20 Inside the Sig

I pull up on you and pop at your kid

I pull up your block and pop at your wig

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch

Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough

I came right back in and I turn up the show

I want 'em Xans, they get me off

I put the V neck on my team, yeah

I dig everythin that you sayin'

I dig everythin' that you doin', too

I dig the way that you look at me

You dig the way that I look at you

I just wanna grab on your butt, but

The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch

The FN give him a haircut

I roll up a seven of John Dutch

That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke

I don't gotta act like a gangsta and she know

My Backwood look like a pole

I see 'em clouds of the smoke

I'mma blow pounds of the smoke

Pardon me, pardon my soul

I crack a smile for them folks

Niggas they eatin' in broad day

In that hoe mouth like a Colgate

Keepin' that cold case, God, please give me that cold case

I don't want new friends, forgive me for all of my sins

I don't wanna think about losin', all I wanna do is win win

I done put 20 inside the Sig

I pull up on you and pop at your kid

I pull up your block and pop at your wig

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch

Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough

I came right back in and I turn up the show

I want 'em Xans, they get me off

I put the V neck on my team, yeah

Without the radio, it's 20 a show and that's fasho

I need that bacon, bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go

Black Amigos, bout the Freebandz

That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove

Pot on the floor

Pull up in that coupe shit, nigga like damn, where the roof went?

In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch, I got the blueprint

No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em blue strips

And I can't fuck you old hoes, I'm ballin' with my new bitch

Yeah

You dig that? 200,000 worth of chain and that's a fact

Got my name in this rap game by sellin' crack

Rest in peace to OG Double D, you dig that, slime!

I done put 20 inside the Sig

I pull up on you and pop at your kid

I pull up your block and pop at your wig

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch

Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough

I came right back in and I turn up the show

I want 'em Xans, they get me off

I put the V neck on my team, yeah

Shoot out the Coupe

Shoot out the roof

Pull up and smash on her

We don't got to put a bag on her

I took your hoe, ya dig?

I told a hoe to sit

Had big bells, midgets

Now you can say I got millions

Swam with the sharks, water

You be law and order

I be gettin' money every mornin': Tom Joyner

I heard you gettin' money, but you payin' em niggas extortin' ya

You pay for your fame and fortune

I am the plug, cordless

Pull up with blazers, Portland

I pay the neighbors to pick up the dope on they porches

I came from nickel, I came from nickels

My niggas don't know you, we don't fuck with you

Ive been in the system, I've been in a pickle

You dig me like shovels, I gotta fuck with ya

I done put 20 inside the Sig

I pull up on you and pop at your kid

I pull up your block and pop at your wig

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch

Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough

I came right back in and I turn up the show

I want 'em Xans, they get me off

I put the V neck on my team, yeah

Hop in the private

This is a Lambo, not a hybrid

My wrist is a faucet

Feed 'em perkies, I'm the doctor

Draco, 100 round choppa

She got her eyes on me like binoculars

Count up this money, it's marvelous

Stall the bitch, I don't call the bitch

You better dig what I'm sayin'

I'mma kill you and your mans

Beat down the block like an amp

Goin' up like a skateboard on a ramp

Go buy a rollie and bust it

Talkin' that tough shit

But you know you not gon' bust shit

Look at my fashion

This is a Gucci rugby

I'm trappin' and rappin'

Still got 'em babies in custody

My diamonds be dancin'

Live in a mansion

My life is lovely

Ain't no more loyalty

Knock your ass off

Pay the lawyer fee

Shit can get ugly

I done put 20 inside the Sig

I pull up on you and pop at your kid

I pull up your block and pop at your wig

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch

Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough

I came right back in and I turn up the show

I want 'em Xans, they get me off

I put the V neck on my team, yeah

Pop at your bitch