旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常,旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風),而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感,數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素,以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲,通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁,編曲豐滿;反之,不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
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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


