Lyrical Breakdown of Peepin Out The Window (feat. Bslime & Future) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Peepin Out The Window (feat. Bslime & Future)" 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 "Peepin Out The Window (feat. Bslime & Future)" 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, yeah, yeah (yeah) Peepin' out the window, peepin' out the window Peepin' out the window, peepin' out the window Peepin' out the window, yeah (yeah) All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead Wanna smoke me like I'm Indo, oh All I see is a bunch of broke ass bitches Tryna tell me I ain't poppin' I ain't hot no more Well, listen to me closely Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy All of my kids straight, if you truly know me Most of my dawgs bossed up I doubled up, I don't do no chores no more I ain't steppin' on these niggas like no rugs no more Find myself carin' way too much, ain't got no shrubs no more But got way bigger shows I ain't chargin' dubs no more I charge a half a million dollars just to walk out I hate the police, but I'm big, so they brought cops out I got a gun, shoot the same times, but it's fun-sized Sign on a dotted lines One time for the ones saw me come from nothing Speakin' of nothing, pussy niggas know not to play I ain't goin' for nothing (yeah) Peepin' out the window (yeah) All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead Wanna smoke me like I'm endo, oh All I see is a bunch of broke ass bitches Tryna tell me I ain't poppin' I ain't hot no more Well, listen to me closely Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy All of my kids straight, if you truly know me Most of my dawgs bossed up Youngin' jumped inside the game, he got some fuckin' diamonds We made temporary decisions, change the fuckin' climate Run with these boys, yeah, them boys who be runnin' the lobby Change the channel, you know I'm up next by the way I pop it I sip on syrup a lot, but no one understand me I told my mama, "No more sufferin', I made it" You should've seen all these motherfucker faces I told my brother that we ain't goin' back to basics Ever since I copped the Hellcat, niggas still wonderin' why I like be, "Slime, you did that" I'm kickin' my ones and two, chillin' at the rib shack Wishin' I can bring my dawg back from the fuckin' jail, mates Peepin' out the window (yeah) All I see is a bunch of opps Tryna rise from the dead Wanna smoke me like I'm endo, oh All I see is a bunch of broke ass bitches Tryna tell me I ain't poppin' I ain't hot no more Well, listen to me closely Bitch, I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy All of my kids straight, if you truly know me Most of my dawgs bossed up Peepin' out the window All I see is a bunch of racist ass cops Tryna catch a nigga slackin' like Jim Crow Had to make it through the worst on a turf, out the dirt Niggas stayin' down, ten toes I done seen a lot of struggle that came with this game She cried, but she'll lie just to fuck on my chain I drunk codeine and pop one just to stimulate my brain Peepin' out the window (yeah) All I see is a bunch of opps tryna rise from the dead Wanna smoke me like I'm endo, oh All I see is a bunch of broke ass bitches Tryna tell me I ain't poppin' I ain't hot no more Well, listen to me closely Bitch I got a Rollie, it's gold like a trophy All of my kids straight, if you truly know me Most of my dawgs bossed up Hell, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Peepin' out the window, yeah, yeah See the opps risin' from the dead when I look out my window All this water in these baguettes, we might turn 'em to Nemo