Lyrical Breakdown of Go Getta - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Go Getta" 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 "Go Getta" 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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(Dollars) Yeah Hold up, Booke, where you at? I'm in the 'yo, pull up, bro Hold up, hold up, hold up, where you at? I'm at the studio, bro, pull up I let my homies air ya out Like a car that's been sittin' for seven days Yeah, and you can split the money seven ways Or, let them strip you like you work at Blaze, ooh Ray Bans, dark shades Yeah, purple syrup, call it pink lemonade I'm paid and I sip syrup all day It's my sport, you should call it Leanoray Orange and purple, it's wings day Kush sprayed with finger spray Nigga, I'm a junky, you niggas minor racks I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that I never ran from jack If you make me run, shit, I'm back, uhhh Ear piece is too cold, my neckpiece ridiculous Ooh, my ring get me barking like it been frost bitten I be gettin' bitches while you couch sittin' You niggas soft as mitten, don't make me pay a visit See, I be in the kitchen, rappin' and pitchin' You know I gotta keep the smell down, vacuum city You broke like a old elbow, you can't pay attention See I be in the trenches pay rent and the bitches Franklin steady knocking and I'm like, "Who is it?" I let 'em right on in, now, why would I sing them all? You can ask your girlfriend, this money don't bend I got the more hundreds, I ain't got them ones in Oneway gettin' in and out this whip, this ain't no photo And two nines stay with me, Rondo and Romo Thug, fuck what they talkin' 'bout, holmes got out too quick Follow my footsteps, better step over all the shit that I kick Uh, where the Lysol? Need a kickstand in the booth 'cause I been sippin' So I might fall (Hold up) Got my whites on and just sound like a motherfucker (Damn) Turn the lights off (Yeah) Boss shit, take a loss get it right back Yeah, tax write off Fuck nigga, nah, we don't like ya'll Damn, I'm a problem, can't solve me I'm fly as a bitch no fly me more Fake barbers tryna condone me Nah, not happenin' But we foldin' niggas like napkins No round of applause, we clappin' This Flya again what's crackin' nigga Yeah, thank you, thank you gentlemen, let me take that Money is all I think about, I'm in love with that Hunnids is all I'm bangin' on, I'm in love with cats Money is all I'm talkin' now, now, where Franklin at? I'm bout kick in the prison like take Franklin at Juney, they say you snitch, nigga, what's up with that? You homie, but my crew say you gotta go with that You pissin' and shittin' on yourself, nigga, you wrong for that And yeah, we, we from the sewer, but we don't fuck with rats Ayy, and if I ran from you, nigga, I don't fuck with crack What up, crap? OG Poppin', nigga Ayy, freaky say fuck what they say, that nigga out too quick And I'm like freaky nigga go ahead with that bullshit 'Cause both, both of ya'll nigga hard Both of y'all got famous cliques So let, let's get that rap money, fuck them bricks Uh, got stripes every day, it's zebra day Uh, and if they play, let ninas spray I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that I never ran from jack I mean they made me run but I'm back, uhh