Lyrical Breakdown of Wit Da Racks - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wit Da Racks" 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 "Wit Da Racks" 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, I'm in this b-, yeah, I'm back
I hit the club on the up, he can come with the rack (uh, come with it, yeah)
Float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that sh- back (ha, grrah)
Hey, I pull up and f- her cat (woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart rockin' Spider like that
Rich as f-, I don't know where he was at (woah)
Ran a doggy train and I didn't have a track (woah, hey, hey)
I say what I mean and I don't take it back
With the waterfall on my wrist and my neck
I ain't goin' soft, not a pimp in distress
I'm a sex symbol, b- love me to death
Since November, I've been buyin' the stuff
I don't do no rentin', I've been keepin' it tough
She got four feelings, that's the coupe and the truck
Shorty trippin', I ain't do nothin' to her (woo)
All I did was turn up more women
She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Every album got no skippin'
Shorty bad, ain't have no chicken (why?)
Suburban, her toe pretty (ayy)
You a nerd, I uphold the city (yeah)
Ain't no way and I told 'em to hit it (skrrt)
You get lost, hope you know the city
Better not get caught in the wrong trenches
What's on your wrist, million?
Next week, it might be a zillion
Kanye let me borrow a billion
Mediterranean by a village (woo)
I'm surrounded by cocktails and beautiful women to kick it with (woo)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this b-, yeah, I'm back (ah, slatt)
I hit the club on the up, he can come with the racks (uh, come with it, yeah)
Float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that sh- back (ha, grrah)
Hey, I pull up and f- her cat (woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart rockin' Spider like that-
Rich as f-, I don't know where he was at (woah)
Ran a doggy train and I didn't have a track (woah, hey, hey)
I took her shoppin' in Soho (21)
I leased her, n-, this your h- (21)
Snatchin' my chain is a no-no (21)
Get your a- shot from the logo (21)
I put an opp in a chokehold
They snitchin' and broke, po-po
Give me a quickie, she go-go (p-)
'Cause I'm in a rush, JoJo (on God)
Okay, buy a car and buy another one (yeah)
Way too many, gave my brother one (yeah)
Send a blitz, we huddlin' (yeah)
When it's smoke they stutterin' (yeah)
Switch on a Glock, strike a pose
I'm a cameraman, it's shutterin' (21)
Nosy n-, we buttonin' (21)
Bend it over, let me see somethin'
Young FL Studio from the back, I'm tryna beat somethin'
I'm the type to put my boots on, he the type to run and go tweet somethin'
I don't play about my hard drive, get your a- whooped if you leak somethin'
N- always tryna sneak somethin' (ah, 21, 21, 21)
Went to Bleveland Ave, had the scoop with the camp
I know mama Duck livin' richer than France
You know Dolly, Doraah from the block, they the best
I got two twins in the back of the truck
A- fat like fifteens, in the back of the truck
I took two twos, put it right in the cuff
Like the other twelve 'cause we don't f- with her
Spot jumpin', now you know that it's here (let's go)
Soft skin like it's out a bikini
Took a rose right out a martini
One balloon and I'm havin' her fiendin'
To the roof, where we don't have a ceilin'
What the f-? Tell me, what does that mean, then? (Yeah)
That mean I'm gee-ee-eeked (oh)
Rollin', I can't feel my hands or my feet (oh)
Got in some pension in the trillion, in the zillion (yeah)
We might need quantum physics to count the rizzisks with the slizzicks
UTOPIA, back to business
Yeah, I'm in this b-, yeah, I'm back (ah, slatt)
I hit the club on the up, he can come with the racks (uh, come with it, yeah)
Float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that sh- back (ha, grrah)
Hey, I pull up and f- her cat (woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart rockin' Spider like that-
Rich as f-, I don't know where he was at (woah)
Ran a doggy train and I didn't have a track (woah) (Yak)
I've been that way since a lil' n- (a lil')
Don't like it, then deal with it
Huh, bool out and I'll chill with you (I'll chill with you)
It's YG and Spider, your favorite idol, your favorite rival (slatt)
Maniac man, Yak with the MAC (MAC)
Might beat on your chest, lil' n-, relax
Tactical, yeah, I get radical, don't it?
Yak
What's happenin'?
Maniac, kill 'em (let's go)
OG