Lyrical Breakdown of WTF - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WTF" 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 "WTF" 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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(Ayo, Yetty, turn that shit up)
(Ayy, Dom)
Who the fuck these niggas is?
Who the fuck these bitches?
Who the fuck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run a million dollars up, up inside these Raf Simons
The fuck they think they playin' with?
Bitch, I make millions
I been plannin' on stackin' bands 'til my celin'
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
Need to call lil' brother Jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy
Most these niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even fuckin' with me
Most these niggas gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me
Who the fuck all these new faces around inside my business?
I don't remember that face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches
I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
They wasn't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realistic
Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it
Huh, I don't know who the fuck these niggas is
Who the fuck these bitches?
Huh, who the fuck these people are?
Go tell 'em that we can't kick it
Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (ayy, yo)
Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen)
All them internet games turn boys to memes (memes)
Keep sleepin' on the team, we gon' pause your dreams
They want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene"
Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice
You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (cactus)
I'm the one that they tread like tractors
And still can't catch a break like fractures (like fractures)
I don't fuck with them, I'm too real
Wanna be me, but just keep wishin' (keep wishin')
All up on the star, ho, I pinky swear, no matter what, you ain't winnin' (ain't winnin')
Who the fuck is these bitches?
Who the fuck these niggas is?
Who the fuck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it