Wafi은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2025년 2월 5일일에 SRT Records exclusively distributed by Santa Anna에서 발매되었습니다.Soon (Deluxe)
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멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
가사
[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
