Lyrical Breakdown of Up to Something - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Up to Something" 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 "Up to Something" 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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Ayy Drank, take a lil' sip of that Act (blow it) Flood all my bitches in that (that way) I'm in the projects without Pat (ayy) My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (bling) Diamonds for her in the back (blaow) Hit that lil' bitch from the back (she stacked) Ask me like, how I do that? (What?) Pop a lil' xan and relax (yeah) About my racks, you get whacked (pew, pew, pew, pew) If he got racks, he get taxed Five, four, three, two, one, attack (go) Dead, tell all my whoadies hit that Pussy nigga, they some rats (what?) He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch But all my bitches they brats Pop a lil' perky, relax (turn up, turn up) These niggas up to somethin' (hmm, ayy) She need to fuck or somethin' (she need to fuck or somethin') ayy I'ma wake up for somethin' I fell in love with nothin' (yeah) Bitches, they do it for me Stuck on me, gluin' somethin' (yeah) Patrick Swazey, Swazey, Swazey, save me All my bitches get it, never lazy All my pockets full like they pregnant Y'all niggas still hatin' Dice in the middle I'ma shoot it with precise in the building Fuck that bitch because she likin' my riddles (ayy) White on her head, I got lice and I'm buildin' (ayy) Lil' mama ready, she Tyson, go get her (whoa) I can't complain, I got ice in my bezel (ayy) I'm not racist, I got white in my Bentley (hey) Caught a rabbit, it was ice all up in it (ayy) Hell, yeah (yeah, yeah) Call me mister mister Porsche (yeah) Pockets swole with no abortion (yeah) I sleep soft, I'm never snorin' (yeah) Talk to bitches when I'm borin' (yeah) Your money little like a Yorkie I open your head up with a forty (bap) I think I'm gettin' back to the old me Yeah, I'm gettin' back to the old me (turn up, turn up) These niggas up to somethin' (hmm, ayy) She need to fuck or something (turn up, turn up) These niggas up to somethin' (hmm, ayy) She need to fuck or something