Lyrical Breakdown of Dump Truck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dump Truck" 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 "Dump 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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(Any last words?) (Berge Always Flexin) I'm on a whole 'nother level Woke up, got fresh today, I feel some type of way (Type of way) Feel some type of way, so I got fresh today (I got fresh today) One bitch gon' keep changin' out my fees One bitch gon' count the cake (Count the cake) Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is amazing grace (Hey, hey) Money could fill up a dump truck (Money could fill up a dump truck) These 4 Treys, they gon' slump stuff (These 4 Treys, they gon' rrr, rrr) Toxic punk inside a Cybertruck (Cybertruck), what the fuck you mеan? I drink that lean straight by the order cup, what thе fuck you mean? New opps for my BM (Top), check my bank, say BM (Top) 9 with a hundred shots on the bottom Let it off soon as we see 'em (Top) Bitch wan' be my BM (Yeah), 3 wan' meet them vultures (Uh) I'm gon' act an ass inside this foreign soon as I lift the sport (Skrrt) Get so fresh, put on that Saint Laurent just like Saint Laurent (Let's get it) Switches, bags, and most it got a scope, all these cryptic guns This shit out of hand, this shit out of hand Stuff two hundred thousand in both bags, my pockets hurt my hands Car note Aston Martin, that's exactly how I'm feelin' Do 'em tall, they talkin' investments Please don't tell me that's for Bentley Hideaway, you would think that shit spillin', spillin' and drippin' Florida water Gotta go way back to the north to get this swag This shit is not for order You gotta go way back to the north to rap like this, to trap like this Smack that bitch I ain't even gotta be 'round, that bag gon' give you this shit Double jump, my big brothers got the trappin', keep it lit Straight out the slums, know that youngin'll try somethin' So I keep my stick Yes, sir (Woah, woah, woah, rrr) If shit get out of hand (Bah, bah), if shit out of hand This shit was way out of hand, gettin' way out of hand This shit's way out of hand, gettin' way out of hand I done popped too many Xans, too many Xans Got way too many cars, slide, I'm not that fast (Woah, woah, okay) Shot in your throat, huh, talkin' 'bout that you want smoke (Slime) She could live in my home, but she just don't have her own (Type of way) Woke up, got fresh today, I feel some type of way (Type of way) Feel some type of way, so I got fresh today (I got fresh today) One bitch gon' keep changin' out my fees One bitch gon' count the cake (Count the cake) Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is amazing grace (Hey, hey) Money could fill up a dump truck (Money could fill up a dump truck) These 4 Treys, they gon' slump stuff (These 4 Treys, they gon' rrr, rrr) Toxic punk inside a Cybertruck (Cybertruck), what the fuck you mean? I drink that lean straight by the order cup, what the fuck you mean? New opps for my BM (Top), check my bank, say BM (Top) 9 with a hundred shots on the bottom Let it off soon as we see 'em (Rrr, rrr) Bitch wan' be my BM (Yeah), 3 wan' meet them vultures (Them vultures) I'm gon' act an ass inside this foreign soon as I lift the sport (Skrrt) Man, let's do it (Yeah, let's do it, my nigga) Uh-huh