Lyrical Breakdown of Showdown - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Showdown" 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 "Showdown" 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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Slime, money gon' talk on me, big knots and it don't fold, nah
Don't fold, nah-uh
Slime
Tell me what you doin', yeah
I pull up flexin' with some niggas to influence, yeah
I got lil' shawty to my left lookin' right and she teasin' me
After the night I just won't know is you gon' leave with me?
Like what's the issue?
Money gon' talk on me, big knots and they don't fold, nah
Patek Philippe, draped out on me and I got four now
I first come that I don't need, I got my own now
Guns bustin' in the streets, it's a showdown
Money gon' talk to your friends
Kick back at the Druary Inn
Niggas be talkin', we bustin', we never discussin', we know how to end it
Cash out on my pendant, just add up five times ten, yeah
I'm zoned out on them Xans, yeah, my cars don't drink no gin, yeah
Bombs all over my 'cause my car strapped wit' the pipe
Say, "Lil' boy that's that burner nigga, play and I'ma burn you nigga"
Hol' up, bitch hol' up, have 'em runnin' tonight
Money talk all on my sneakers, big B drippin' tonight
Now tell me what you doin', yeah
I pull up flexin' with some niggas to influence, yeah
I got lil' shawty to my left lookin' right and she teasin' me
After the night I just won't know is you gon' leave with me?
Like what's the issue?
Money gon' talk on me, big knots and they don't fold, nah
Patek Philippe, draped out on me and I got four now
I first come that I don't need, I got my own now
Guns bustin' in the streets, it's a showdown
Slime shit, I'm on, they can't tell me 'cause I know now
I'm built to win, you say I run wit' them men, gon' be a showdown
Walk in my house and get fitted, I get it, I spend it, I hop in the Bentley and spin it
Stay wit' a Glizzy, I take out the clip and I fit it, he say he want smoke and I'm wit' it
Fuckin' these little bitty bitches, soon as I'm done, out the door she gon' kick it
Know I be thuggin', told the ho' "Fuck you bitch", for a fact she know that I meant it, yeah
Step on the gas I'ma hit it, I'm on my way, I be flyin' through the city
Float on the floor like I'm wearin' some healies
Get out your body, I'ma give you the business
Now tell me what you doin', yeah
I pull up flexin' with some niggas to influence, yeah
I got lil' shawty to my left lookin' right and she teasin' me
After the night I just won't know is you gon' leave with me?
Like what's the issue?
Money gon' talk on me, big knots and they don't fold, nah
Patek Philippe, draped out on me and I got four now
I first come that I don't need, I got my own now
Guns bustin' in the streets, it's a showdown