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。
BPM93
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Namil Bridges
Songwriter
歌詞
Bitch (What?)
(Cxo)
My new crib, it's the size of a castle (What?)
Freak bitch, put my thumb in her asshole, huh
Don't fuck with ****, it's smoke, then we ash 'em
Made like two milli' off of my last deal, yeah
Not your intentions but you movin’ mad stiff (Woo)
Walk in the club, watch her bounce it like basketball
She like my flow and she fuck with my adlibs (No cap)
Heard he want smoke, well I told him to match it, yeah
Masked up, bitch, I'm a killer
No I ain't poppin’ no roxy, make sure it's real, yeah
Don't push up on me so fast, I'ma tell 'em, "Chill out"
I'm with my buzzo we ballin’ out, drip severe, yeah
I did some shit that I shouldn't, wish I could rewind
The type of **** I am, bitch, I can't be near ya
Just suck me up and then after I need some me time (Huh)
Lil' bae, stand on that
Wanna hop inside my Lamb' truck?
You know what you said, girl, stand on that
I got way to high, can't stand up
And fuck these ****, I ain't with no second chances, cross my back once then it's over
Tryna reach a different planet, roll this Backwood, pour my soda (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just left the fuckin' bando
How you run off on that ****, but that's your mans though?
All these **** sons, they my children, yeah that shit canceled (Canceled)
Yeah, I needed sauce for my chicken, yeah this shit ranch though
Yeah, we pulling up where he living, take him for ransom
I just pulled up, G36, yeah, this bitch remodled
This bih' pulling up to my crib, tell her take her pants off
I don't plan on killing myself, my doors suicidal
I don't fuck with drinking, I told my twin pass the bottle
I'ma do this shit, with them, or without 'em
G19, it's kicking, it's sending holes through his body
I ain't sayin’ shit, I keep this shit solid
Took one to the brain, that **** dead in a coffin
I ain't never change, I stayed the same, **** lost it
We leave your block rearranged, gang pull up and Drake & Josh 'em
**** career died, they stealing swag to revive it
Walk down gang, we pulling up like a drive-thru
Heard he say that I ain't the GOAT, boy who lied to you? (Lied to you)
If I stand on my money taller than Tacko Fall
I just walked a runway, they asking me for my sizes
Ho fuck with my feng shui, just wanna see what the vibe is
Gotta stay with my brother, boy, we united
Just hopped off the plane, I'ma say, "What's up", to the pilot
Wonder what my life would look like if I went to college
NBA, I'm shooting shit, told that boy, "Stop the violence" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep a cutter turn couple **** to slices
Smoking big dope, it put me goodnight, shit
All my gang count racks all day, homie take my advice, yeah (Pfft)
Couple milli' talk nice, yeah
Bitch I'm the big dog, these **** some mice, yeah (Yeah)
I'm sipping Activision, it's getting my mind right (Ugh)
I'm Lil 6, bitch, turn it to a nine, yeah
(And all my bitches be the flyest)
Lil' bae, stand—
Wanna hop inside my Lamb' truck?
You know what you said, girl, stand on that
I got way to high, can't stand up
And fuck these ****, I ain't with no second chances
Cross my back once then it's over
Tryna reach a different planet, roll this Backwood, pour my soda (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lil' bae, stand on that
Wanna hop inside my Lamb' truck?
You know what you said, girl, stand on that
I got way to high, can't stand up
And fuck these ****, I ain't with no second chances, cross my back once then it's over
Tryna reach a different planet, roll this Backwood, pour my soda (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Heard he want smoke, well I told him to match it, yeah
Masked up, bitch, I'm a killer
No I ain't poppin’ no roxy, make sure it's real, yeah
Don't push up on me so fast, I'ma tell 'em, "Chill out"
I'm with my buzzo we ballin’ out, drip severe, yeah
I did some shit that I shouldn't, wish I could rewind
The type of **** I am, bitch, I can't be—
Written by: Namil Bridges

