Lyrical Breakdown of Drop’Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Drop’Em" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- 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 "Drop’Em" 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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Ayy, turn me up Nin' (uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, Lil Top (uh, buh, buh, buh)
Ayy, we really in the streets with this shit boy (buh, buh)
I can't trust nobody
Bitch, I'ma shoot VP if anythin' go wrong (how you bummin'?)
Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)
Catch the other nigga, we gon' drop (we gon' drop, yeah)
Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, yeah (they won't do it)
Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah
Roll that dope up
That nigga a bitch, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That's why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at?
Lil Top, let's go
Bitch, how you be talkin' when your main's dead?
Bitch, blow your pole
Scary ass, dirty in my past with these hunnid rolls
Could teach a class with all these stacks, the way my money flows
Yeah, I spent three-fifty and more just for my fuckin' Rolls
Fuck, if it's two-fifty or more, I bet I bust his dome
This that flexin' talk
I just pulled this bitch from out the bank
Now watch that Maybach, whoa
Leave these bitches blind
I'm so shine the way this Patek spark
Rest out in the North, get my day one
'Wop, let that cutter off
Pressure been applied
Why I'm so up, it ain't my fuckin' fault
Ah, yeah, I say bump it down
Bust down, quit that talkin' out your head
I took fifty pounds
Flew that shit from Cali to that bay
Bitch, don't turn around
I say just go down, gimme head
Police crackin' down
Fuckin' beat that case, we bust his head
So fuckin' slimy, nigga
Check the climate, what ya read?
It say, "A-I ballin'," it say, "A-I bust that nigga head"
Get the drop up on 'em
I got ten just for where he stand
Do a pop up on 'em
They gon' leave 'em stretched before I pay
Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (yeah)
Catch the other nigga, we gon' drop (we gon' drop, yeah)
Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, yeah (they won't do it)
Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah
Roll that dope up
That nigga a bitch, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That's why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at?
Dig up your bro
Bitch, how you be talkin' when your main's dead?
Bitch, blow your pole
Gave the drop and we popped and we popped 'em nigga
They done showed up and we dropped, and we dropped 'em
Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, with Don Dotta
Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, with them shottas
Nigga, ayy, I'm still flexin', still steppin
I don't give a fuck (ayy, yeah, ayy YB, whatcha on nigga?)
Don't know why a nigga be doin' all that ho ass shit (turn me up for)
But you a gangsta though (yeah)
I bet them niggas around you be lookin' at you
Nigga, you a bird bitch, yeah
I'm with the shit, you could suck my dick, nigga
Gang shit, no lame shit
You know what it is, play game, get your brain split (yeah, nigga)
Free DDawg