Lyrical Breakdown of Nothing But Net (feat. Travi$ Scott & PARTYNEXTDOOR) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nothing But Net (feat. Travi$ Scott & PARTYNEXTDOOR)" 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 "Nothing But Net (feat. Travi$ Scott & PARTYNEXTDOOR)" 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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Hey, I'm not allowed to do this, but does anyone have a cigarette?
A cigarette a full cigarette? It's my birthday
I don't smoke cigarettes
I don't either, that's why I look so young
Cigs? It's her birthday
I think Jordan does
Or just, anything
Jordan?
Jordan?
I might use the bitch for a cook
I might use the bitch for a shooter
But used to was a rooster
Aye, blat fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side
We don't play that shit
Grab your girl, tell your bitch to quit playin'
Later we gon' play that shit
It's all good, it's alright
Plenty bitches down to ride
And if it all goes down
ABC, about to cum
She like children on her tum'
I come red like I'm a narc
Inhalin' kush with my lungs
Covered in green like a fuckin' iguana
End of the day I'm the mo'fuckin' boss
Like the fuckin' your honor
I got Travi$ Scott inside the spot and he leanin' like a mothafucka
I feed bitches rocks, and load the Glocks and
Now she feenin' like a mothafucka
Her ass fat so she teasin' like a mothafucka
Booty call, nigga greasier than a mothafucka
Hey, I wanna eat the little mothafucka
Icy water, Fiji, mothafucka
Lets get it
I might use the bitch for a cook
I might use the bitch for a shooter
But used to was a rooster
Aye, blat fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side
We don't play that shit, yea!
Grab your girl, tell your bitch to quit playin'
Later we gon' play that shit
It's all good, it's alright
Plenty bitches down to ride
And if it all goes down
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net (Shoosh Bottom)
Nothin' but net (Whoo)
Nothin' but net
Last call, last call for the weed and alcohol
Last call for you to slip out them drawers
Girl I need it right now, get your ass in this stall
We ain't got time to stall
These niggas got me pissed off
Sippin' so long, girl I'm pissin' Cristal
Sippin' and swervin'
My words don't know if I crashed into a pool or her jaw
Pops never home, left a long term
On the back when a lil' nigga had to sit and deal with
Loner turned rock star, nigga, under the moon
Got the world in my palm, 'bout to rub her pussy with it
When you dominate it come with digits
Let her see the Tempur-Pedic
Bend it over, beat it, skeet it Then delete it, then repeat it
Then repeat it, then she told me...
Fuck that other side, nigga, fuck that other side
We don't play that shit
Grab your girl, tell your bitch to quit playin'
Later we gon' play that shit
It's all good, it's alright
Plenty bitches down to ride
And if it all goes down
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net (Shoosh Bottom)
Nothin' but net (Whoo)
Nothin' but net