Lyrical Breakdown of Walk It Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Walk It Out" 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 "Walk It Out" 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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You know what it is
Big 38, nigga, 4K-Trey
RIP Lil Trent, no, I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck, you play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats bitch this extension it'll fuck your friend
I don't give no fuck cause, bitch, you know that I got fuckin' bands
Knots up in my pocket, make that bullet fucking touch your friend
While they go touch your clique,
I'ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket, and my whole gang they had a grand
Make that pussy touch the pavement,
since he speaking on me in the wind
Remeber you ain't wanna fuck with
me, wanna fuck with me now in the end
Put this laser in your face and this bitch here gone touch your chin
I ain't gotta cock it one in the head, and that hoe more than 10
I got niggas who been juggin', they been packing all up in the pen
Saw Big Gutter work that dog food, so he ain't have to work again
Runnin' in the streets and we was thuggin', we was clutching sticks
Make them call your name nigga, bitch, that's on Lil fuckin' Trent
R.I.P Lil Trent, no, I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck, you play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, bitch, this extension it'll fuck your friend
R.I.P Lil Trent, know I ain't never showed no fake hand
These diamonds real on my neck, you play I bust your man
Choppa walk him down and leave him dead, leave him on his hands
We don't send no threats, bitch, this extension it'll fuck your friend
I don't give no fuck cause, bitch, you know that I got fuckin' bands
Knots up in my pocket, make that bullet fucking touch your friend
While they go touch your click,
I'ma be in the back seat, chopping it up with Ten
I thought he was up in a casket and my whole gang they had a grand