Wafiは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2025年2月5日にSRT Records exclusively distributed by Santa AnnaによりリリースされましたSoon (Deluxe)
BPM66
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。
歌詞
[Intro]
(Dollaz cooked this shit up)
[Instrumental]
First day out, I'm goin' to Wafi
Tired of the jail food, I don't even want no more Takis, it's time to sit down, eat hibachi
We gon' rob him as soon as he pop it, I got a few youngins and they pocket watchin'
I don't care 'bout the time, we don't even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches
Rolex Oyster Perpetual
I fucked her, I'm onto the next one
Quick to sneeze, I just had to bless 'em
High-speed, I fucked 'round and left 'em
I went right, I don't fuck with the left one
BTA, we just puttin' shit to belt, uh
I got smackers with hammers and nails, huh
We get out, we gon' run up them bails bond
[Verse 1]
I know he locked up and thinkin' it's over, I just pray to God he don't tell nothin'
I don't call it trickin', that shit was some light shit, I really just got the ho's nails done
Bro gave me some bags, but I'm known for strikin', he didn't even think I could sell nothin'
My partner be swipin', he wipin' shit down, last month, he went on a Zelle run
This month, he on to Chase
They need to pop it for my striker, went on over ten high-speed chase
She don't never get her makeup done, but she let me beat her face
I told bro he better not tell, I know he can beat his case
I know he can get away
Fuck the judge, fuck the system
I don't care about them bitches bein' blood, I'm tryna fuck twin sisters
They won't give lil' Jax a bond, fuck DeKalb, free my ****
I can go viral at any moment, all I gotta do is post a Triller
All I gotta do is post a picture
He's a ho, but you post him like a killer
Hate that groupie shit, this on God, I don't know that ****
**** said I wouldn't go up, fuck 'round, blew up, had to show a ****
Shootin' dice middle of the hood, ****, I crap out, watch me four a ****
Shootin' dice middle of the hood
I don't need security, I'm good
Car, but the trunk in the hood
This not a Carbon, it's Draco, it's wood
This not a Carbon, I'm ridin' with a Draco
Young **** 'round me, they do what I say so
I don't eat candy, just lean and Faygo
Me and lil' Iggy was just ridin' through Clayco
Me and Iggy
I can't forget about bae, was just ridin' with blicky
I got bros on the waist, but I'm still ridin' with Dilly
And I give game like Gillie
These **** flutes, they'll sell out, they'll blow the game like Philly
[Chorus]
First day out, I'm goin' to Wafi
Tired of the jail food, I don't even want no more Takis, it's time to sit down, eat hibachi
We gon' rob him as soon as he pop it, I got a few youngins and they pocket watchin'
I don't care 'bout the time, we don't even fit the crown, we tryna rob you for your watches
Rolex Oyster Perpetual
I fucked her, I'm onto the next one
Quick to sneeze, I just had to bless 'em
High-speed, I fucked 'round and left 'em
I went right, I don't fuck with the left one
BTA, we just puttin' shit to belt, uh
I got smackers with hammers and nails, huh
We get out, we gon' run up them bails bond
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm blazin', ain't stuntin' your tampon (Blatt)
When you 'round me, no wearin' no AirPod (Uh)
I just got a new drop we can camp on (Camp on)
I ain't goin', it's gon' be a standoff (Bah)
'Nother bitch I done tatted my stamp on (Tatted)
Oh, he fumbled, he fucked up the handoff (Hut)
Bitch gon' ask me why I got a Samsung (Bling)
Mind your business, lil' ho, take your pants off (Strip)
Wagon M4, hop out this bitch too geeked (Vroom)
Send a hit while I'm listenin' to Toosii (Tellin' you)
Twenty-five, fuck her friend, I go two seats (Porsche)
You can't come to my house, I ain't Boosie (Bitch)
You can't come in the spot, I ain't Rick Ross (Huh)
Drop wet like I'm throwin' a car show (Bling)
Tired of drivin' myself, I'm a big boss (Skrrt)
Got a driver, I had let the car go (I'm tellin' you)
I'm not Hannah Montana, this my life (Bitch)
White ho tat my name on her booby (Name)
First day in the county, I got knifed (Stabbed)
I got cameras, I'll kill an intruder
She a seven, I take her to Starlite (Hmm)
She ain't the type I'd take to no movie
If you owe me, I need that shit by night (Night)
Or your ass in a blender, no smoothie
I went back to the E with a ZPAP
Come back to the South with a Micro (Drac')
With them strikers, fuck 'round get your car jacked (Hmm)
I'm the one he can call on like GEICO (Insurance)
When I say, bitch, I'm him, bitch, I mean that (Mean that)
Fuck ****, it wasn't no typo (Bitch)
In a Honda 2000, I'm laid back (Skrrt)
With a strap in my lap like a dyke ho (I'm tellin' you)
Written by: Zyire Robinson
