Lyrical Breakdown of Hey Pops - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hey Pops" 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 "Hey Pops" 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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Yeah
(Ayy, 1Saused, run in up, boy)
Yeah, yeah
(D-Roc, D-Roc)
Yeah, yeah
Give me that lighter
Yeah, yeah
Hey pop, are you proud of me? Well, I don't care
'Cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah (and I got them racks, yeah)
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bag bitch
That shorty red with long hair (shorty red, with long hair)
Too G, see me passin' out opportunities (damn, so cool)
I can't believe they tried to ruin me
Hide in a penthouse, they can't see me (see me)
Now she want to change out purses, no, I don't do no leaning (no leaning)
Jacket cuero, cost like two-Gs
Too much drip for all these niggas (got too much drip for all these niggas)
I'm too sauced up on these women
And I don't talk much, 'cause this shit serious
I'm focused on winning, I don't no bendin'
Bags of packs, when this shit get weary
Black my chain and I black my earring
I got a stylist, stylin' me in all this shit, Dior and McQueens
Yeah, this jacket tough, Givenchy jeans (yeah)
I done dated my soul, they gon' give it up
Everybody clap for Raf Simons, yeah (for Raf Simons)
Gotta thank him that I got this mask on me (on me), flyest opp
I'm the flyest opp, so I match my outfit with this Glock
Soon as I bring my clothes out, these niggas be swag-jackin' my style
Ain't gon' turn these hoes down 'cause I got them on swag-pack right now
You took my Louis, bitch, I need my bag back right now (yeah)
I been feedin' her too good, I got that ass fat right now
Inside 30-thousand, bitch, I keep the cutter long and I keep fye
She geek up and keep talkin', wouldn't be nowhere near wrong, I kick the bitch out
My life been arousing, gotta keep some hitters 'round for to knock 'em off
Hey pops, are you proud of me? (Are you proud of me) well, I don't care
'Cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah (and I got them racks, yeah)
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bag bitch
That shorty red with long hair (shorty red, with long hair)
I got some kids too