Lyrical Breakdown of Wifi - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wifi" 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 "Wifi" 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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(Damn, Glacier, this one finna kill these niggas)
Nigga, keep tweetin', see, you can die on that Wi-Fi
You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em, it's 'bout time
Knock 'em off, they gon' be bloggin' 'em right now (brrt, pah)
Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (skrrt)
Come out the house, know we posted at nighttime (I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah)
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
7.62, we gon' wake up the block, huh?
Nah, nigga, wake up (go)
I just sent a lil' something your way to come shake something
Got the drop from his lil' bitch (yeah)
She be fuckin' on me, I put nut on her makeup (ew)
That stick is gon' break something
Bullets blow up your body, they known to inflate something
Know I'm standin' on business, these niggas won't take nothin'
I be shootin' for the kill, from the hip, I'ma face something
I'ma send me somebody to knock at your door
Like some pizza or something
I don't interact with bitch-ass niggas
Runnin' 'round, actin' like my nieces or something
I take that back, matter of fact, nigga, my niece is more realer
I'd rather a fuck nigga stay a hundred feet from a nigga
No, I ain't stuntin' these niggas, I got a daughter more gangsta
So I'ma separate and stand across the street from a nigga
I got up off they ass, I'm on you now (yeah)
And I ain't fuckin' 'round with nothin' under .40 cal' (go)
I'm tryna put a hole in any nigga, burn 'em down
I ain't jokin' 'round with no nigga, baow, funny now
Standin' in the Nawf, plenty pistols, we ain't runnin' out
Known to get 'em killed, plenty killas know who run the town
Talk on the net, when I'm here, they don't come around
I'ma catch him, his time steady runnin' out
Grab your keyboard
Nigga, keep tweetin', see, you can die on that Wi-Fi
You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em, it's 'bout time
Knock 'em off, they gon' be bloggin' 'em right now (brrt, pah)
Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (skrrt)
Come out the house, know we posted at nighttime (I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah)
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
7.62, we gon' wake up the block, huh?
Up my blicky on him and I blow it up too
From a distance, the police, we shoot at 'em, too
Ask lil' Ten how we do
Out on scene and we blockin' and lurkin'
I'm fiendin' to get at that dude
Hit that boy with the stick, same day, shoot a video
Record it and then I upload to YouTube
Try me, I bet I fuck over the fool
Fifty-one, walk 'em down while I'm loadin' the tool
Shh, don't tell nobody
Drop the bag, got a brand-new body (yeah)
Drop the bag, got a brand-new Phantom
Yeah, a nigga gotta take his shoes off inside it (no shoes)
2022 white mink rugs
Oh well, what the fuck I'm supposed to do? I gotta drive it (yeah)
I cut the bougie shit and saved the loot and fly commercial
If I ever wanna do it, fly in private, yeah
Nigga, keep tweetin', see, you can die on that Wi-Fi
You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em, it's 'bout time
Knock 'em off, they gon' be bloggin' em right now (brrt, pah)
Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (skrrt)
Come out the house, know we posted at nighttime (I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah)
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
7.62, we gon' wake up the block, huh?