Lyrical Breakdown of Numbers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Numbers" 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 "Numbers" 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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Yeah Thugger Thugger Got my broadie London in this mothafucker, man I'm telling ya this beat hard, this one hard as fuck, listen bro I go up up and away And I got old hunnids, they wrinkled like a Shar Pei Plus I'm the realest nigga inside the A And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga I got plenty ammo for your bumblin' nigga Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother Fuck, nigga tripping, I'll get prison and fuck your father Imma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers I got bands in the bando And I'm beating David Banner And I'm smoking on Cabana Leanin', movin' slow as grandma Motor runnin', spent them commas, now it's thunder Count a hundred on a hunnid more, that's hunger Yeah baby, Thugger Thugger hungry, yes I'm hungry Young Thugger got the munchies All my diamonds come in yellow like a Funyon Yeah, all my gold made 'em sick and they can vomit Yah yah Pussy nigga know they can vomit I'm growing green me and Chi-Chi no pet I'm chasing dreams, Free Meek Milly And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father Imma tell em one the time, they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers Imma tell 'em one time I can read your mind Pop, pop, pop, pop, bitch gon' run Brand new 24's bitch on climb You's a busta, mothafucka rhymes No sticky fingers, no porcupine Genius, I'll chase the day Wait, let me pick up his remains Let them gators get their prey Hold up, hold up, wait And them boys in Atlanta they don't play, yah And them boys from Atlanta, tote them K's, yeah And them boys from Atlanta got bananas for these monkeys, nigga I got plenty ammo for your bumblin', nigga Ammo for these pussy mothafuckas Run up, I swear to god, I want tears from your mother Fuck, nigga tripping, I get prison and fuck your father Imma tell 'em one the time, they ain't going farther I'm doing numbers