Lyrical Breakdown of Fuck Niggas - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fuck Niggas" 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 "Fuck Niggas" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Lil Top, nigga (Berge always flexin') I was smokin' on that shit, that shit that barely had me see In the streets playin' Call of Duty, walk 'round with a ARP Pussy nigga think he lit, I'm leaving blood on his tee Already know 'bout how I get, I'm leaving blood in the street I'm a demon baby, I don't talk to moms and she don't talk to me Take them sticks go crazy, walk him down, and knock him off his feet Take my stick and blow that heat, monkey do 'cause monkey see Baby drinkin' on that deuce, but I drink double cup wit' lean Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas? Trippin', talkin' 'bout they gon' get me Jump out, bet not do no glitchin' Pussy boy, you best be wit' it .223, that Michael Jordan on they hoes I kick my pimpin' I been cuttin' up on that R I ain't turn down in a minute, bae Like, there he go, there YoungBoy He on that dope Say he tryna up the score Got 'em right at your front door Take your ho 'cause you a ho, youngins shoot up headstones Talk that shit, I'ma let you know, I'm gon' get your ass gone, boy Demon boy, my sister know I'ma step and I be sleepin' wit' them demons Get mad and then I'm tryna kill somebody for no reason Bitch, cut up when you see me, baby girl, you need me She saw me on TV, Channel 9 one evenin' They ain't step on shit, but all that talkin' make me wan' get even Know we step on shit, we catch you walkin', hit you in your beanie In a Cutlass like my cousin with them straps inside that bitch, boy I'm a gang baby, at night, I pray to get your ass hit, boy (hold up) This another foreign car and I drive it fast, boy And I keep a stick around this bitch to hit your head hard We duck from them Fed cars, make the police job hard Stayin' with that nasty bitch, we stretch 'em right inside the yard I was smokin' on that shit, that shit that barely had me see In the streets playin' Call of Duty, walk 'round with a ARP Pussy nigga think he lit, I'm leaving blood on his tee Already know 'bout how I get, I'm leaving blood in the street I'm a demon baby, I don't talk to moms and she don't talk to me Take them sticks go crazy, walk him down, and knock him off his feet Take my stick and blow that heat, monkey do 'cause monkey see Baby drinkin' on that deuce, but I drink double cup wit' lean