Lyrical Breakdown of Big Truck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Truck" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Uh, look, look, look, huh, huh
Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin'
They know I make it happen, I ain't rappin' (uh-uh)
I'm on dope, man, bitch, and I'm actin' (yeah)
He'll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him (haha)
Pop your top with that, it's up and stashed, it came so back together
Bitch, I do you dirty, come through, swervin' with that black barretta
Rolling loud, want million dollar cash, what 'bout Coachella?
I want that shit that make you flash, 'cause it smoke better
Racks on a nigga ho', racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil' nigga broke, I put his ass on top to stretch
I'll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch
Talkin' 'bout beefin', when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
Man, I hate a pussy nigga
Uh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Pussy boy, I see you lookin' at me
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out, wavin' with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga
I'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these 30 jiggers
Yеah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousin, and we murder niggas
I'ma get him zippеd, straight out the rip that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got 'em savin' with you
I'm a big truck (what?) Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up
We don't give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"
I really be doin' them things that them niggas 'personatin'
Them pussy niggas, they ain't 'bout nothin' and they some soldier hatin'
I'll rob you, bitch, I'll shoot you bitch, I'll jack you out your paper
Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I'm tryna face 'em
I don't trust no bitch, no, I know that that ho' gon' fuck on anybody lit around
Nah, I'm with that street, come from that trench, pullin' kick doors
They won't let me ball, wanna see a nigga fall down
Want me to help 'em out or slit my throat, because they been broke (pussy nigga)
Uh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga (pussy nigga)
Pussy boy, I see you lookin' at me
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out, wavin' with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga
I'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these 30 jiggers
Yeah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousin, and we murder niggas
I'ma get him zipped, straight out the rip that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got 'em savin' with you
I'm a big truck (what?) Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up
We don't give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "let me feel somethin'"