Lyrical Breakdown of Swag On Point - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Swag On Point" 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 "Swag On Point" 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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Yeah (just ask me)
I'm with a motherfuckin' treesh
I ain't even gon' lie, this shit live
(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna fuck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh
AMBUSH on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me
She want matchin' Fendi fits
If I tell her, "No," I know she just might have a bad bitch fit
I know that's that girl, show how she top, it get me on demon shit (she know I'm up, wow)
Vlone, want me in cologne, don't like me 'round her friends, she homie
Yeah, huh, "I fucked up my nails, I need 'em redone by this morning" (yeah)
That Celine, she know that I'm country
Chrome to her heart just like Givenchy, I'm dressed down in Givenchy (real talk)
Smokin' on dope all the way to the morning
I got Percs, I got sip, got her stiff like a mummy
Fuck that girl so long 'til she say she cumming
Rock swag, told her, "Please be neat with my money"
Yeah, bro, huh, I got too much Celine
Blatt, yeah, I got bitches makin' duwap for me
Wow, yeah, long as she keep my hair braided
I'm not showing one care, now that's fair
Rick Owens, that bitch rare
Tell the opps the truth, I dare 'em
Keep a bitch with long hair, and a big gun for me to slam 'em
Drop of medicine in my Tropicana
Bad white bitch from Alabama
Join Elliot when I go clean my dental
They know we'll never stop playing with hammers
Yeah, fuck, I gotta move, pack on me (yeah)
I'm just rockin' new supervillain shit, I'ma walk with some purple jeans (yeah)
Bought both bitches designer too, yeah (yeah)
Huh, that's all me, Top
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy (I drink lean)
I just bought some new Celine so your bitch wanna fuck me
She love me, won't cuff me, I know she might thug me (she know she might thug)
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But as long as my swag on point, uh (but long as my swag on point)
(?) on top Dior, I'm off the hook (oh, oh)
But as long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy, niggas got me flexin', she say I'm sexy, she know not to try me