Lyrical Breakdown of What's the Move (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What's the Move (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)" 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 "What's the Move (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)" 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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I just let lil' mama suck me up, girl Bitch tryna drive in a Rolls Royce or the bus' girl? I jumped off the porch and went straight up' girl (straight up' girl) You can leave your town and head to another world What the move? I'm tired of eyein' you I'm tired of spyin' on you 'Til the pain last too I made it rain on you When it was hard to maintain too I was playin' games with you Like you could never play games too, (yeah) woah You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want) Louis Vuitton, diamonds' keep calm (okay) All you do is point at what you want (point it out) Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c'mon (oh yeah) Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff') Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo) Percy Miller bracelet with the woes Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff') You make it twerk for me You get a purse from me Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin You get a verse for free I make her worship me Copy it in bursts for me Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me You don't want the bag' oh no, no, no I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin' at my shows, mmh I make her shut up, she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won't trip My jeans is so tight they don't fit Still walk around with a stick on my hip VVS diamonds right behind my lip Don't walk with less than fifty on my wrist Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick Raf Simons, mix it up with the Rick Flexin' on these haters who sent me "my bad" Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex Richer than your first, richer than your last LUV, know I got swag Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan' I groove around, party pack my hand I'm seeing double lookin' through my lens Tell me what you want, I just want your friend You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want) Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay) All you do is point at what you want (point it out) Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c'mon (oh yeah) Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff') Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo) Percy Miller bracelet with the woes Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff') You make it twerk for me You get a purse from me Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin You get a verse for free I make her worship me Copy it in bursts for me Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me You don't want the bag, oh no, no, no I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin' at my shows, mmh I make her shut up, she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy Diamonds, they drip down my wrist Let's get it, fuck all the skits, woo Left wrist sittin' on a brick (left wrist) Bitch have it locked like a pick (sheesh) Fittz Park, came for the shit Grab a AK for the wrist Gorilla, rockin' Bape on a bitch Potential court case on a bitch (bitch) We livin' state to state on a bitch (we livin' state to state, yeah) We never ever play with the bitch (we never ever play, no) Do everything the same on a bitch (never tell the difference) We known to pick the brains of a bitch (big bag) I throw the big B's on a bitch I got a few C's on a bitch (got slatt) I'm in another league on a bitch My diamond 'bout to ski on a bitch (woo) What's the move? I'm tired of eyein' you (oh, yeah) I was tired of spyin' on you 'Til the pain last too (yeah) Make it rain on you (make it rain, rain) It was hard to maintain too, ooh (it was hard to maintain) I was playin' games with you Like you couldn't play games too, hey, okay You just gotta tell me what you want (tell me what you want) Louis Vuitton, diamonds, keep calm (okay) All you do is point at what you want (point it out) Crystal cut pointers in the charm, c'mon (oh yeah) Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff') Nigga tryna buy the cash cost (woo) Percy Miller bracelet with the woes Thirty-five dollars for a duff' (for a duff') You make it twerk for me You get a purse from me Eighty thousand dollars for her Birkin You get a verse for free I make her worship me Copy it in bursts for me Turn to a P-I-M-P, I make her work for me You don't want the bag, oh no, no, no I make her drop it and pop it and work it on my nose I make her shut up then suck it, she fuckin' at my shows, mmh I make her shut up, she fuckin', she suckin' at my shows, ayy