Lyrical Breakdown of Walk Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Walk Down" 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 "Walk Down" 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
Spider
We got London On Da Track, uh
Bad bitches, they come and sit on dick
You're talkin' all that shit, you cross the street, get hit (Facts)
Go bad on a bitch (Bad), I'm done sippin' Tris
I'm done gettin' rich (I'm done), got too much money, shit
The 'Rari came with kit (Skrrt), my bitch know I'm slick
I'm done with all that playin', you niggas gettin' blitzed (Blitzed)
A walk down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down on 'em, dog, walk down (Down)
Walk down on that, baby, walk down (Down)
Real nigga, it's time to travel (Let's go)
Whole court in the street, hit the gavel (Hit the gavel)
I know hitters in New York and they rappers (They stabbers)
I know hitters out in London can't travel (Woo)
Yeah, put the gun down (Ayy), drop you like cree (Ayy, ayy)
Where I'm from, they say you pussy if you go ski (Yeah)
The rose gold Patek on your head, yeah, Philippe (Uh, yeah)
A one-time payment, that's a rich nigga fee
Get a rush (Get a rush), just from steppin' (Just from steppin')
I hope I pass the test, been sippin' codeine (Yeah)
If it's baguettes on that bitch, then she know me (Then she know me)
This Russian bitch wan' have kids, make me sovy, huh
A walk down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down on 'em, dog, walk down (Down)
Walk down on that, baby, walk down (Down)
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Bang motherfucker, boom motherfucker
Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump you side buster
Tryna fit the stick inside my coat, but I can't (Yeah)
Nine-figure nigga, I'm the bank (Yeah)
You got one strike and you get spanked
I ain't A$AP Rocky, these ain't blanks (21)
This Kel-Tec'll turn your ass dank (Yeah)
The 'Rari came geeked (Yeah)
I'm on vacation ridin' on a scooter, but I'm street (Yeah)
All my opps target practice, pin 'em to a tree (Yeah)
Supercharge the motor, 12 know that I'm a fleet (Yeah)
If I send a blitz, they gon' know that it was me (Yeah)
We can't use a gun, we put fetty in his weed (Yeah)
All these hoes goin', man, I'm knowin' how it be (Yeah)
You can't hate a player when he call it how he see (Yeah)
She was doin' dick when you got down on that knee (Yeah)
Mob business, nigga get smacked, yeah, capeesh (21)
Walk down on 'em like a dog without a leash (21)
You respect the belt, then it's peace
Savage keep a stick, I'm from the East
A walk down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down (Down), walk down (Down)
Walk down on 'em, dog, walk down (Down)
Walk down on that, baby, walk down (Down)
Pistol packin', never slackin', bitch smackin' killer
Bang motherfucker, boom motherfucker
Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump you side buster