Lyrical Breakdown of Swizz Beatz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Swizz Beatz" 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 "Swizz Beatz" 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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For life

Love love love love love love

Riding around for your team

Nigga play you busting

And I got a high self esteem

Love love love love love love

Love love love

Big old digits with me

Big old Bentley with me

Big old bitches with me

S gang chino with me with me

I got 3 stripes, Adidas with me with me

All of my preachers with me with me

I got some features with with me with me

Big racks and the ether with me with me (racks)

Tote that like its legal woody woody

I look that shit up bout a thousand times

The big Master P cause you bout it bout it

That boy got cheap rims on a cheap jeep

Just make sure you tell him its hole free

Wake up to Young Thug

Have you ever been a shot caller

Proceed to the room leave em stalkin'

Love love love love love love

Riding around for your team

Nigga play you busting

And I got a high self esteem

Love love love love love love

Love love love

SOB, SOB, SOB

Thats on me thats on me

Bands on me, bands on me

Turn up for the club

Turn up for the boys

Turn up on the drugs

Turn up on the molly

Turn up on the xan

Turn up on a percy, give it to my mans

Here, give it to your clan

I put on my mink I'm like a lamb

Stop trying to impress your fuckin'

I'm comin' for mine, Uncle Sam

I'm turnin' money into power

We not from here we'll need a browser

You just squirt squirt

I know you don't want none coward

I'm stuntin' like a bookworm

I'm tryna cop least a hundred bands (racks)

And I wanna just buy some bigger land

Yeah

Love love love love love love

Riding around for your team

Nigga play you busting

And I got a high self esteem

Love love love love love love

Love love love