Lyrical Breakdown of Peepin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Peepin" 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 "Peepin" 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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Beep, boy, drippin' that sauce
Gotta watch them close as ones, we know they'll tell, I keep a frown
When the smoke clear off, only ones who love you gon' be 'round
Gotta watch these hoes, I know they ain't give a fuck when I was down
Who the fuck these niggas?
If I tote this pistol, I'ma just sit back, don't make no sound
And I'm peepin'
Get up and lock the door, the soul leavin'
Tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," I'ma need it just leave it
And I been goin' through some things that you don't see-ee-ee
You must ain't fuckin' with a nigga
Solvin' my problems like a rollercoaster
I'll be happy when this all is over
I'll be better when you call me over
She ain't no different, I ain't trippin', just revoke her
And the bitch got different swag, she
Doin' her dab, she come with the trend
Both slabs on top of the slab, I'm like
The bitch drivin' the side of the Benz
And tellin' my brother connivin', always robbin' all his friends
Nigga, pull up in front, get a dollar, put some choppers in them fins
I'ma purchase it just for lil' mama
Just for to pop one to her friends
Easier to pick 'em, stack my bread, and pull up in a Lamb'
Hold on
Maybach shake these pussy-ass niggas
Head like they don't know who I am
Bitch, I'm NBA big 4K Trey, give them youngins knock a damn down
Huh, yeah, stand down
I'm talkin' when they ran down, they caught him with his pants down
Told him, "I'ma hold it, I'ma show you, fuck all you niggas
I don't know you." Play with the five if you want to
You gon' make a nigga smoke you
Bitch
Gotta watch them close as ones, we know they'll tell, I keep a frown
When the smoke clear off, only ones who love you gon' be 'round
Gotta watch these hoes, I know they ain't give a fuck when I was down
Who the fuck these niggas?
If I tote this pistol, I'ma just sit back, don't make no sound
And I'm peepin'
Get up and lock the door, the soul leavin'
Tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," I'ma need it just leave it
And I been goin' through some things that you don't see-ee-ee
Solvin' my problems like a rollercoaster
I'll be happy when this all is over
I'll be better when you call me over
She ain't no different, I ain't trippin', just revoke her
Made it out the streets and still be movin' like a soldier
Want me in your life then treat me right, that's what I told her
I'll be happy when this all is over
So I be pullin' on her hair, so I stroke her
Tell 'em flip this bitch and shoot the stick until it's over
These niggas fucked up 'bout some rappin' and my soul burned
Ho, when they ask, just make it happen, so wait your turn
And I just hop out with that static, let the Rolls run
And she know I lied
But she distant, then come to me for solace
I don't wanna ride with her
Them bitches conduct their heat to maggots
Snatch me up and I tell them lil'
Other niggas that I'm ready to do it
Hundred rounds up inside of a nine
Put a shell catcher up inside of a Buick
Gotta watch them close as ones, we know they'll tell, I keep a frown
When the smoke clear off, only ones who love you gon' be 'round
Gotta watch these hoes, I know they ain't give a fuck when I was down
Who the fuck these niggas?
If I tote this pistol, I'ma just sit back, don't make no sound
And I'm peepin'
Get up and lock the door, the soul leavin'
Tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," I'ma need it just leave it
And I been goin' through some things that you don't see-ee-ee
Solvin' my problems like a rollercoaster
I'll be happy when this all is over
I'll be better when you call me over
She ain't no different, I ain't trippin', just revoke her
Made it out the streets and still be movin' like a soldier
Want me in your life then treat me right, that's what I told her
I'll be happy when this all is over
So I be pullin' on her hair, so I stroke her