Lyrical Breakdown of Headtap - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Headtap" 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 "Headtap" 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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(Ayo, Fatboi, let me hear somethin')
(My nigga Brando the sickest, on God)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
In a civic, huh, huh, whoa, whoa
This Top, man
Sherhonda son, nigga
How you wanna do it?
Huh, hlrrd
Huh, huh, baow, nigga
Huh, huh, baow, nigga
Huh, huh, baow, nigga
Huh, huh, baow, bitch
Hm, hm, baow, nigga
Huh, huh, baow, nigga
Huh, huh, baow, nigga
This Top, look, hm, huh
Havin' this shit, nigga, better get with it
We pullin' killings off in the city
Inside of the Gen, be holdin' a 50
On the back of the Glock, put a box and we get it
We don't fuck with these rappers, we takin' they pendant
Play and we strippin' the bitch up in public
We thuggin' and love it
As soon as we come in this bitch, we'll rob this motherfucker (hlrrd, bah, bah, bah)
I got my iron, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
You cross that line, bitch, you in trouble
Deuce-deuce in my boot, I'll bust it
They tryna discuss it, ain't with that fussin'
Nigga, do what you do, I'm with my cousin
I know you bitches heard of Skully (Skully, Skully)
Hold on, mm-mm
Spank that boy, and then I walk down on him, then I-, mm-mm
I'ma pin him to the pavement with this cutter, pussy, mm-mm
Head tap, mm-mm, I did that
We'll whoop a nigga ass, and they know we'll push your wig back
Four in the car and they screamin' out 5
Tryna start up a war and they standin' up on it
Cockin' the Drac' when I jump out the ride, and I'm hittin' this bitch when I'm walkin' up on 'em
Ready to flame this bitch between your eyes when I walk up on you (yeah)
Across the phone, young nigga'll take your life and I ain't even talk up on it (yeah)
Legitimate, I'm drillin' these diamonds inside of her mind, straight out of her mind
I'm spendin' these millions on top of a dime
I'm runnin' out time, I pull up 'bout mine
Bad bitch fine
She wan' fuck with the slime, I ain't lettin' her hold my pistol when I ride
Sellin' these verses like pie, that's how it go
Hold on, mm-mm
Spank that boy, and then I walk down on him, then I-, mm-mm
I'ma pin him to the pavement with this cutter, pussy, mm-mm
Head tap, mm-mm, I did that
We'll whoop a nigga ass, and they know we'll push your wig back