Lyrical Breakdown of Shot Callin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shot Callin" 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 "Shot Callin" 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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I just pulled up in that motherfuckin'—, gone
Me and BoBo in this motherfucker clutchin', what you on?
And I'm so fresh, I know she wanna fuck me, bae, come on, huh
This that catch-a-opp-and-hop-out, walk his ass down
They not swaggin' like Lil Top, nigga, huh, wipe me down
Bitch, I got that guap that get you popped and leave you found
I just came through, it ain't hard to tell that I got money
I just came through, like, bitch, don't tell me nothin'
I come from nothin'
Look, Rolex cost a Benz truck, got my F&N tucked
Mansion cost a high school, 'bout time I turnt my kids up
I been up, don't give a fuck
Heard I bust his friend up
Go ask 'bout me, I'm divin', 5.56s lift his chin up
Flexin', bitch, draw the stick and take his shit
Bing, baow, baow-baow
Bitch, stop all that holdin' me
Pussy nigga trollin', all y'all act just like some hoes to me
Put this bitch up on him, bring straight pressure
If he think that he gon' roll on me
Yeah, I've been chilled out
Meds, I've been in my bag
I've been showin' my ass, nigga, yeah, nigga, yeah
All thirteen mill' to Jaz'
I had— shh, poke his ass
She had topped me, then got polished
Clean that bitch with Gucci rags
He got nuts while I was down, now, I'm out and that's his ass
We might catch him in the lobby, bro gon' pop out with a mask
Skrrt, skrrt, tell my daddy that I said this bitch too fast
Park that bitch, nigga can't act like that
They ain't just see me and Herm
I just pulled up in that motherfuckin'—, gone
Me and BoBo in this motherfucker clutchin', what you on?
And I'm so fresh, I know she wanna fuck me, bae, come on, huh
This that catch-a-opp-and-hop-out, walk his ass down
They not swaggin' like Lil Top, nigga, huh, wipe me down
Bitch, I got that guap that get you popped and leave you found
I just came through, it ain't hard to tell that I got money
I just came through, like, bitch, don't tell me nothin'
I come from nothin' (Nothin')
Baby, ooh, ooh, mm, can't quit leanin'
Tell that nigga stop that talkin'
Face me when you see me
Tell my stylist that I'm tired of Hermès, come Celine me
Tell my opps that I got Glocks and they got built-in beams in
And I will shoot you, ooh
Trap out like lil' Meechy
Gotta get my shake back, baby, hol' on
Through the town, my name been ringin'
(Ring, ring), yeah (Ring, ring)
Swear once I get mine, I'm gon' come home and
I'm gon' throw 'way all this cellphone
Come see how my block roll
Control this bitch from outer space, ain't been
There so long, so long
Bo' must show 'em how my arm long (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bo' got that work and all day long, been gettin' his work on
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Fuck your day, impeach me
You know Kevin? Who? Lil' Meechy
You Know Bo', he play with poles
He made him bled, this shit start reekin'
I got DDawg hangin' out the top and that's how I got even
You know Nicole? No, the Colombian
Bitch, thought she was Puerto Rican
Bitch, I'm real, American made
Run with Chargers like Vin Diesel
Bitch, I come from medicatin'
Diamonds all on me like some measles
Pistol packin', run up on me, I'm gon' teach a nigga (Baow, baow)
Can't pull up on me, I'm BP'd up and I'll leave a nigga
I just pulled up in that Gravedigger with lil' Pheezy, nigga, baow
I've been showin' my lil' ass off
I always got my pants down
And I got that bag out
In cell blocks, I done ran 'round
I'm in North Argyle
Lil' shawty, she just text me and she said she saw me
Pull up in that motherfuckin'—, gone
Me and BoBo in this motherfucker clutchin', what you on?
And I'm so fresh, I know she wanna fuck me, bae, come on, huh
This that catch-a-opp-and-hop-out, walk his ass down
They not swaggin' like Lil Top, nigga, huh, wipe me down
Bitch, I got that guap that get you popped and leave you found
I just came through, it ain't hard to tell that I got money
I just came through, like, bitch, don't tell me nothin'
I come from nothin'