Lyrical Breakdown of Stylin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stylin" 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 "Stylin" 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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(Why the fuck you) Why? (Why do you be?) Why? Why? (Why the fuck you?) Thugger Thugger Ballin' on these niggas like that Ballin' on these niggas Like that Oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Like that Why the fuck you... Why do you be Wildin' on these niggas like that? Stylin' on these niggas like that? Wildin' on these bitches like that? Stylin' on these bitches like that? Why do you be Wildin' on these niggas like that? Stylin' on these bitches like that? Wildin' on these bitches like that? Stylin' on these bitches like that? I got this shit from my brother He got it from dope in the water Whip it on top of the water Whip it on top of the oven We never put shit in the oven He never taught me 'bout microwaves I spent my money on Michael J's I got to be on that TIDAL page You pussy niggas is not the same Boy watch yourself, this is not your lane Boy watch yourself, this is not your lane You just a rookie, this not your game We shootin' bullets that's stoppin' trains We turn up fully and stop and aim We turn up fully and stop and aim Pop at your pussy ass, get your pussy ass Make your pussy ass turn to pussy ass Why do you be Wildin' on these niggas like that? Stylin' on these niggas like that? Wildin' on these bitches like that? Stylin' on these bitches like that? Why do you be Wildin' on these niggas like that? Stylin' on these bitches like that? Wildin' on these bitches like that? Stylin' on these bitches like that? I was tryna fuck a nigga bitch (Thugga Thugga!) I was tryna keep a nigga clean I was tryna take her up the street Now my diamonds dancin' nigga, G There you, there it go, for the pesos Got bitches climbin' my dick without no Lego Nigga wildin' out in public, gotta lay low Hundred bands make the judge say the case closed Hundred thousand make the D.A. say the case old Just like mothafuckin' old folks Ya, I was shoppin' for the baby Then she seen the jewelry way from outdoors Nigga geeked up, heart got five beats Like I'm David fuckin' Ruffin, ho Yeah, you unique, but you still cheap Young Skooly, tell me, why do you be... Why do you be Wildin' on these niggas like that? Stylin' on these niggas like that? Wildin' on these bitches like that? Stylin' on these bitches like that? Why do you be Wildin' on these niggas like that? Stylin' on these bitches like that? Wildin' on these bitches like that? Stylin' on these bitches like that?