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。
BPM68
ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slump6s
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Namil Bridges
Songwriter
Christopher Quillin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bhristo
Producer
Namil Bridges
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Peralta
Immersive Mixing Engineer
歌詞
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh
Yeah (Uh), yeah (Yeah), uh-uh
Yeah (Uh-uh), yeah (Uh-yeah)
Yeah (Uh-uh), yeah
[Chorus]
Damn, I just had a show in Miami, that ho on my phone sayin', "Let me in"
And I been fuckin' these **** hoes, I be feelin' so bad when they let me hit
"Man, I just got bodied by a seventeen year-old, man, I fuckin' hate that kid"
They be twenty-seven actin' like a three year-old, you can't even fake that shit
Ayy, heard you got shot and that's tough, mm
Got my bitch with me when I'm countin' up
All you **** be broke, you not countin' enough
Play with gang, little ****, you bound to get touched
In L.A. with lil' Bino, we ballin' like Chino
If he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
I got cheese like a pizza, these **** be crust
I got back in my bag, had to shake off the rust
[Verse 1]
Call of Duty, the sniper, it don't got a scope
I'm just shootin' this shit like we playin' on Rust
Stupid ho tryna touch on my pockets, I told the ho, "Watch it, I'm only with you for your butt"
Seventeen, I be walkin' in class after fuckin' an old bitch I met with lil' Zack at the club
Yeah, that boy wanna be 1500, uh-uh, these **** can't kick it with us
Nah, these **** can't kick it with gang
These **** be broke, they can't hang
She wanna fuck on the gang, 1500, but most of my **** is not legal age
But fuck it, she said I'm mature for my age
So fuck it, I'm fuckin' that ho anyway
Fly to Chicago, I do my show at Summer Smash
Then pour a four in my damn lemonade (Brr)
No, them **** not touchin' me out there
Fuck it, might blow a bag while I'm out here
I been in Cali' long enough to know what the desert look like, and it look like a drought here
I know that bitch wanna fuck, girl, I'm right here
Goin' too fast so my car be in lightyears
I got some buzz to my name like I'm Lightyear
Last year's cool, man, it's lookin' like my year (Uh)
That lil' boy broke want a feature, so I asked that lil' ****, "Where the payment?" (Uh)
That lil' ho want me to wife but I swear to God, she don't know what my name is (Uh)
Shoot this shit right in they face and then wave at they ass, bitch, I'm feelin' like Damian (Uh)
Can't rock the same shit every day, I don't got shit to say, bitch, they already flamed 'em (Uh)
Bitch, I don't got shit to do with these ****
That's word to bro, I'm not cool with these ****
I'm Mister Twenty-Ball, walk around with that twenty piece on me, I'm shootin' these ****
Talkin' online, bitch, you losin' me, ****
Swear these **** be clout fiends
Every time I drop a song, all these **** be listenin' like, "It's about me"
And I'm doin' these hoes very wrong, got your bitch on my phone like, "You forgot about me"
All my money spread out on the floor, count it up like I got a degree in accountin'
Every time that I'm doin' a show, get a check and I'm sendin' that shit to my route team
I'm the richest one out of my city, on God, and it still be some **** that's doubting
[Chorus]
Damn, I just had a show in Miami, that ho on my phone sayin', "Let me in"
And I been fuckin' these **** hoes, I be feelin' so bad when they let me hit
"Man, I just got bodied by a seventeen year-old, man, I fuckin' hate that kid"
They be twenty-seven actin' like a three year-old, you can't even fake that shit
Ayy, heard you got shot and that's tough, mm
Got my bitch with me when I'm countin' up
All you **** be broke, you not countin' enough
Play with gang, little ****, you bound to get touched
In L.A. with lil' Bino, we ballin' like Chino
If he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
I got cheese like a pizza, these **** be crust
I got back in my bag, had to shake off the rust
[Outro]
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Written by: Christopher Quillin, Namil Bridges


