Lyrical Breakdown of I Got That Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Got That Shit" 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 "I Got That Shit" 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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(Berge always flexin') Oh, yeah This for all them young niggas out there, gettin' that money This for all them bad bitches, get their own bread You heard me? Claim they don't like it, but you know they like it I'm in my 5 and want some Levi's This for them bad bitches, get dressed at night, then go to Vibe's This for my young niggas who hustle, 'til the sunrise Once shots let off, they send shit back, it ain't no goin' inside Got shawty wan' come try to fuck me up, inside my ride Got my cologne on, smellin' clean, bitch I know you see me on this scene, bitch Car fresh than a motherfucker, bitch bad just like her mother Big knots in my pockets boy, fuck with somethin' I got that shit in my pants Got that shit in my lungs Got that shit in my whip I got that shit in my car I got that shit on my hip, on my waist where my rod at I got that shit on my clique, I put that shit all on my broads I send a blitz at your Clique, and put a hit on yo' squad Eight 12's inside the trunk, nigga It bump, nigga, fuck wrong with you? I slump niggas Try play like you dumb, nigga Have them young slimes inside the street, in front your house Screamin, "Red rum, nigga, red rum, nigga" Is it my cars, is it my clothes Or, is it my bitch, or all because of my home Straight out the North livin' large, I got this I'm off the shit, strong than boy And, I been poppin' my shit like a model Came from the bottom If you see me with Herm, I'm drinkin' Henn' out the bottle Big tires on my whip, nigga Bad bitch up in here Got her holdin' on my blick, nigga Hoe, I got that shit in my pants I got that shit in my pants Got that shit in my lungs Got that shit in my whip I got that shit in my car I got that shit on my hip, on my waist where my rod at I got that shit on my clique, I put that shit all on my broads I got that shit on my wrist (got that shit on my- yeah) Put that shit on my bitch I put that shit on my bitch (yeah) Put that shit on my broad Put that shit on my gang Kiss you from me, in the Rolls Buss you, for me, in they brain Slime I got that shit in my pants Got that shit in my lungs Got that shit in my whip I got that shit in my car I got that shit on my hip, on my waist where my rod at Nigga, baptize shit, cause I'ma send 'em straight to God