Lyrical Breakdown of Young Stunna - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Young Stunna" 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 "Young Stunna" 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, who this is? Nah, who this here?
Lil Top, Lil Top or Kentrell, huh?
Or this YoungBoy?
Nigga, this ain't neither one
This Slimeto, bitch ass nigga
What you on, five? You heard me?
Talk to 'em
Ooh, she put it in, she like goddamn
Go to Walmart or Sams they gon' know who I am
Go to Paris or France see my name everywhere
Like I'm born in this bitch, like somebody did spam
I was born in this bitch got my name in advance
I'm a lil' jittered then Rich have 'em custom lil' vans
I'm a star, I'm a star in a bulletproof van
Nigga know not to send not a shot at that man
Told her let's do it, shorty, fuck all that playin'
See how I do it, then I fucked on her friend
Swerve in the Benz then I swerve in the Wraith
Brought my hood to the place, new economy plan
Whole lotta rubbers you know I got bands
I invent a new plan, I'm so hot caught a tan
So much water on me think I'm sweatin, need a fan
Flood my finger wit' diamonds, I call that not showin' my hand
Havin' forever like I'm Rich The Kid
That is my brother so might as well say that
Whoever he or that you know who I'm is
No fu-fu-fugazy I'm triller than real
Real pallbearer, gravedigger stay with that steel
Nigga try to pow-pow fuck around and get killed
Interfere and nigga know that I know how to deal
I be handin' out cards and they say passed the drill
Magnolia soldiers, I'm sick like Ebola
Just me and Stunna ridin' in a Range Rover
Dishin' out smoke and I'm blowin that doja
If I start it you end, when I come know it's over
She get off top, give me top then bend over
I'm hittin' it on top of the table and sofa
For a fact, can't come back
That's exact what I told her
Then I walk round this bitch in some Louis V loafers
Woo, take one take two
Bitch ass nigga, I don't know who you
Blessin' your bitch without hearin' achoo
But you know that she ate me, made sure she ain't chew
Jump off a private then fly in a coupe
Up with that choppa, I'm bangin' at you
Half at your head and send half at your crew
Chasin' that car I'm gon' make sure that your blew
I bang that red and Quando bangin' blue
Holdin' the fire like, lil shorty don't move
Stay with that fire, I'm a blow out the roof
I know you ain't thorough, I ain't fuckin' with you
I could go back to back, back I'm the truth
I ain't finna go back to back, back you a lie
I ain't leave for no reason, ho go tell 'em why
Why? Slimeto, Lil Top, is so mothafuckin' slime
Uh, I'm, I be the motive, the reason and why
These niggas be dissin', they wanna come try
He ain't usin' his head, I'ma take off his mind (fah, baow)
I, go to the war wit' the whole hood about mine
Feel a lil' shine for to flood out my child
On top of the rap, but put dime after dime
I ain't stoppin, she know that I got it
She know I been poppin'
In the city been leavin' out bodies
In a Tesla, you know that I'm charged
She gon' eat up the boy while I'm ridin this bitch up in pilot
I'ma hit from the back and make noise
While I'm grippin' my rod
I'm duckin' and hidin' from coppers
Nigga say it's a click of them boys, keep a stick for them boys
My choppa, it say it hate oppas
Nigga got a whole yard full of toys, you know I go hard
You know that the house full of boppers
You know for a fact that I'm thuggin'
You know I'm 'bout beefin', you know I get that from my mama
You know that this shit turn out ugly, you bring up my name
Or you talkin' like that you want problems
He stunt to the world like a gangsta
My lil' brother gon' catch him before his show
Hop out and stop 'em
Uh, I'm, I be the motive, the reason and why
These niggas be dissin', they wanna come try
He ain't usin' his head, I'ma take off his mind (fah, baow)
I, go to the war wit' the whole hood about mine
Feel a lil' shine for to flood out my child
On top of the rap, but put dime after dime
Take one take two
Bitch ass nigga, I don't know who you
Blessin' your bitch without hearin' achoo
But you know that she ate me, made sure she ain't chew
Jump off a private then fly in a coupe
Up with that choppa, I'm bangin' at you
Half at your head and send half at your crew
Chasin' that car I'm gon' make sure that your blew
Ooh, she put it in, she like goddamn
Go to Walmart or Sams they gon' know who I am
Go to Paris or France see my name everywhere
Like I'm born in this bitch, like somebody did spam
I was born in this bitch got my name in advance
I'm a lil' jittered then Rich have 'em cuffed in the vans
I'm a star, I'm a star in a bulletproof van
Nigga know not to send not a shot at that man