Lyrical Breakdown of NEXT - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "NEXT" 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 "NEXT" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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What up
Any last words?
(Ten, ten, ten, ten)
Perc' ten, I beat her back in (ha)
(D-Roc)
Huh, huh
Uh, uh, fuck you talking 'bout?
They already know, huh
Murder man, huh, tell me who the fuck next
Keltec, what's that? Hit this bitch, it split his hat
Bust that, play with me, bitch, and I get you bust at
Shorty tryna throw that ass, I break her back, I'm on that
I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door
I was riding 'round in Maybach and popping shit with my hoes
I was knocking niggas asses wit' that stick on the road
And I was stacking bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes
She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna— frrt, pussy ass nigga (baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (bah, bah)
I just bought the bitch a new Benz, a big bag nigga
I just might wake up and have the bitch insidе a new Fisker
Fuck you mean?
I been giving thеm bands to my big sister (fuck you mean? Bitch)
Fuck is you saying? I been buying more sticks for all them hitters
I got these hoes and they going down, I never run out
Pull them blicks out and it's going down
Fire something, get burnt down
You ain't even got no money anyway, fucking cunt
I can bite on your bitch any day, fucking runt (now she talking)
Body hard, it's slowing down
Bitch, can't come down
Bitch can't run now, got her on that K2
Four-door all grey Lawson, bitch, check the car out
Try and make the Glock sound
That bitch got the AP on and it's blue
I jump out
I shoot that strap at all them dudes (talk that shit YoungBoy)
Fuck is wrong with you?
Just look at my neck, I'm way too cool
I fuck him back, he gon' get checked
He ain't got no check, bitch
I wave this TEC across your neck, you die today, bitch
I'm wasted, I'm pacing
I think I'm Jason, the mask on, erase him
Why you think these pussies copy? And they know they hate him
The hoes want get him inside it and you know they chase him
I seen me three hoes on a 'Rarri, she looking like a Barbie
I just wanna take dope, make her ass codeine
Catch a Op, then we wack his ass from the nosebleed
Take a bitch, straight from out the 'Raq and buy her token things
I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door
I been riding 'round in Maybach and popping shit wit' my hoes
I was knocking niggas asses wit' that stick on the road
And I was stacking bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes
She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna— frrt, pussy ass nigga (baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (bah, bah)
Want you chop some shit like you gon' pull
Off, take the stick, tear up the car, bitch
I make all these bitches come and take it off, boss shit
Got that bitch doing white, buy that bitch a outfit
I ain't have red on the first night
Told the bitch, "You blew this shit"
I want head on the first night, I can make her mouth shit
Know they talk like that, they lying, but know they ain't 'bout shit
All my brother off shit, pop out from that car with new machines
Please don't tell me a fucking thing (told that bitch, I talk my shit)
She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna— Frrt, pussy ass nigga (baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (bah, bah)