Lyrical Breakdown of You Bad - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You Bad" 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 "You Bad" 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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(Lacoste James!) Yeah, yeah (and you know we never goin' broke) Yeah, yeah, oh, oh (big, big bag) Mm, mm (they know what I'm on) 4KTrey (Ayo 'Llari, this shit fire) I just pulled up in that coupe (I don't even wanna say too much) Yeah, shit Ice and a foreign thing You know I ain't got no cut on me, mane (racks in, mm-mm) I said, "You bad" Vacuum seal remove some of the air to hide this cash Choppers burstin', I got, uh, uh, I'm rich, I ain't go to school Came up from the bricks, I had rocks all in my shoes I wasn't legalized, I was dirty since a juvenile Yeah, he can try, from the sky, I'll get him euthanized I got money for a show, I'm at 150 now So NBA, I can't go broke, I'm rich, got millions now (rich) Pulling up back-to-back, the Rolls-Royce, the truck, we the richest So NBA, I put the Forgis on the Bentley I got, ooh, ooh, she bad, get her Birkin when she get mad I'm flyin' with these racks, I vacuum seal this cash Vacuum seal the cash, that money skeet up We draw down, won't freeze, all I know is throw them B's up We be spending that money, we get it and stack it, old broke-ass niggas, keep up I be popping that X like they relaxants, 24, I be T'd up I said, "You bad" Vacuum seal remove some of the air to hide this cash Choppers burstin', I got, uh, uh, I'm rich, I ain't go to school Came up from the bricks, I had rocks all in my shoes I went plain jane Then bust down your main thing We tryin' to maintain I went and copped the whole thang Damn, that bitch so bad and plus, I love the way she walk I just got that bag, I'm on a jet to drop it off (drop it off) Drop it off, pick it up I was broke as a youngin' and chasing those hunnids, yeah, I had to get it up In the car with them gunners, we pulling up on 'em, you know we gon' hit it up Them VVS diamonds all over the planet, wherever I'm sending her Michael Jackson bad Ooh, ooh, I let her do the dash I was on a Perc', might fuck around and crash When I make love to the money, I be making 'em mad I might buy a bag I said, "You bad" Vacuum seal remove some of the air to hide this cash Choppers burstin', I got, uh, uh, I'm rich, I ain't go to school Came up from the bricks, I had rocks all in my shoes