Lyrical Breakdown of Slimeto - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slimeto" 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 "Slimeto" 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.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.

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Top, top Hold on, top, top Top, top Top, top (say Ten) Let's do it Gangster and you already knowin' that's how I play it With the Glock, go atop across his head, yeah, I'll spank somethin' Have them gunners waitin' outside where you stay, yeah, who you think stuntin'? This me, I'm 23, I'm runnin' Clap 'em, then give back the money On the top, and I'm screamin' out, "Flood it" Rob these niggas, they lettin' me, slime I want 'em for to test me, why? Just so that I can lay one down Out the top and the side of the Chevy, young niggas, they sprayin' 'round Show no Slatt, talkin' down Where you at? I gun you down Where you at? Gun you down Already know we don't play like that Lame-ass shit from across the net gon' get you stretched, yeah, yeah On the top and I'm throwin' out fetti Rob these pussy-ass niggas, they lettin' me Dare one these scary-ass niggas come test me Flag on the stick while you hang out the Chevy I'm on it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's do it Got a check the first tour, and you know that I blew it Spend a check every tour, get that money, run through it Brought me up, he got flexed, but I already knew it Dyin' to get rich and it drive me insane Accept that pain, it's just part of the game Rap ass nigga in the studio playin' I got the play for to knock out his brain Gangster and you already knowin' that's how I play it With the Glock, go atop across his head, yeah, I'll spank somethin' Have them gunners waitin' outside where you stay, yeah, who you think stuntin'? This me, I'm 23, I'm runnin' Clap 'em, then give back the money On the top, and I'm screamin' out, "Flood it" Rob these niggas, they lettin' me, slime I want 'em for to test me, why? Just so that I can lay one down Out the top and the side of the Chevy, young niggas, they sprayin' 'round Show no Slatt, talkin' down Where you at? I gun you down I gotta get it, I wake up, I'm ready Stand on they chest and they neck for that fetti I got a stick for them niggas that's petty Premium gas and I come to unlead it Riddles they can't comprehend in my song I got a lot of blue racks in my home Banging that flag for my nigga, he gone Talkin' 'bout murder, I'm changing the tone Took half a Perc, wanna fuck me now Know that I will, just chill, okay Them niggas cheer when I walk in the place I pulled up in a Wraith, Slimeto, Slimeto Stolo, lil' bro done pulled up with a Drac' and hop out in the street Bet 'em, he talkin' 'bout cash, that money confetti whenever you bring up YB Might get robbed when we meet Gangster and you already knowin' that's how I play it With the Glock, go atop across his head, yeah, I'll spank somethin' Have them gunners waitin' outside where you stay, yeah, who you think stuntin'? This me, I'm 23, I'm runnin' Clap 'em, then give back the money On the top, and I'm screamin' out, "Flood it" Rob these niggas, they lettin' me, slime I want 'em for to test me, why? Just so that I can lay one down Out the top and the side of the Chevy, young niggas, they sprayin' 'round Show no Slatt, talkin' down Where you at? I gun you down (Say Ten)