メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器(ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど)に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
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クレジット
歌詞
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That boy Joshreyy go crazy
Yeah, hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Gucci on me, a snake, huh (Snake)
Choppa gon' eat up his face (Face)
Was tryna hop on a wave, too late (Nah)
Hellcat, watch me tear off to space
Don't come to the zoo, you get ate
Cook him up, he gettin' baked, put his ass on a plate
Diamonds on me, frosted flakes
I don't even know her real name and that bih call me "Bae," ayy
Tell me what you gonna take (Take), huh
Reach for this chain and it's bait (Bait), uh
Fuck Supreme, lil' bitch, I want Bape (Bape)
Fuck the [?] gram, I'll take like an eigth (Eigth)
**** breaking the code like a vase
Can't fuck with that lil' bitch, I heard that's a case (case)
Can't hit this blunt, I laced it (Laced it)
'Bout five opps in it, I taste it (Taste it)
We ain't even done fucking but guess what?
I'ma go 'head and call you a Uber (Uber)
Are you mad 'cause it's raining outside? (Outside)
Well you bet' turn your ass to a scuba (Scuba)
I'm a winner, lil' boy, you a loser (Loser)
And I'm solid, lil' boy you a chooser (Chooser)
Yeah, I was born to go in (In)
I'ma fuck on them bitches, they tens (Tens)
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Two shots at your dome, don't give no fucks
I know some **** that run it up
These rounds gon' quack and make you duck
Da-da-da-da, you out of luck
Made a whole lot of dough off of scammin'
Fuck your bitch from the back, I'm crammin'
VVS diamonds, I'm Xannin'
Got so high don't know if I'm landin'
Let's take a flight, baby
I'm thinking like Boca Raton
And on the mic crazy
I send shots through your collarbone
Been on my Forrest Gump shit, runnin'
Ten toes, I stay one hunnid
Pipe from the back, gotta grab on something, damn
Thanksgiving, she gon' get the stuffing
But bitch, I'm better than you
Flow hit like Mayweather, it's true, damn
Pills come in red and blue, fuck it, I'll take both the two
Cap-ass ****, ain't a rap-ass ****
I know that you been fibbin' though
I fucked your bitch, I give and go
Under mistletoe, make her "Ho-ho-ho"
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Hit his ass, when he run, he gon' walk like he tipsy (Yeah)
None of these **** fuck with me (Uh)
Forty-round, shoot that bitch til' it's empty (Empty)
If he run, he get hit with a fifty, uh (Fifty)
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Fendi, walked in, bitch, I'm drippy (Drippy)
I can't pay for no pussy, not tippin' (Nah)
Ain't no branch in the road but you trippin' (Trippin')
Written by: Austin Grant, Brandon Malik Rayford, Daniel Aranson, Joshua Rey

