旋律
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原聲音質
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Valence
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節奏感
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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。
BPM74
積分
詞曲
Rainey B. Hardin
詞曲創作
歌詞
Somebody text Nick
It's time to trap again
Pull up to the bag claim
My plane just landed in
Had to cut they water off
They stabbed me in the back again
And I can tell yo money funny
That's what we been laughing at
Wait
I be coast to coast
I'm chasing chickens getting rich
Play me pussy I'll find where he live
And have them **** hit
Mane that **** yada cappin
He ain't really loading clips
I'll pull up in that under bucket
Trunk full of
Shiiidd
Call my **** jay
I want a steak let's hit the Chris
I walk in that bitch
I'm well respected soldier slim
I might knock yo bitch
Cause you gone tell her
That Iss him
I done got my money up
Now all my haters pissed
Shiiidd
Big dick energy
That's what she be telling me
Plugged in with the flavor house
That's how she got that half a P
(how she got that half a P)
Young **** dream was to be a Real Pimp
Started breaking Ps Til I made a big flip
Word out in the streets
He be taking big trips
First class For me please
I might need a few sips
Can't get out the streets
So I'm where the jects at
I can't love yo freak
She just got some good neck
(Great neck)
Shiiidd
Young Mr Marcus
Hat turnt to the back
Hit from the back
Now she retarded
Best brain in her crew
And that's a fact cause she the smartest
Shiiidd
Savage
Shiiidd
Wzup with that slick shit?
Whats that slick shit?
What the fuck with that slick shit
What's with that slick shit
Shiiidd
What the fuck is **** mad at
I was chasing paper
I just found out where the bag at
I need 50 feet you better bag back
Or end up in a trash bag
Bust so many shots
Like bam bro where that other mag at
I'm from Murder Miller
That's where my gang used to trap at
I came here from Memphis
I guess I grew up in Baghdad
Lul bro smoked yo homie
I thought we was moving passed that
One phone kall and Iss over
He gone pull up having flashbacks
Shiiidd
**** claiming bodies they didn't harm
Swear that's bitch shit
We don't say no names in any bars
Cause that's snitch shit
Pull up with that late home from the job
Them extensions
Honey please don't wait up
Cause the boss out here tripping
Say my name in any songs
Come up missing
Never really been the type to try fix shit
Might be out of town while you on socials talking slick shit
See that bitch in public
He gone swear that he ain't did shit
What type of **** bang a hood that he was ran out
Then say some slick shit bout my homie like he dead now
If I'm in the city I advise he keep his head down
I can send you to him
You can tell him you ain't scared now
That's how we can play it out
We don't got argue
I'm just gone ask him to say it now
We can go the ones
But if he reach to pull my dreads out
I'm gone pistol whip him like a bitch
And stomp his ass out
Cause that's what we about
Wzup with that slick shit
Talking out ya neck
You must didn't know
That that was bitch shit
Rip to Madden
Throwing bullets from them hit sticks
You gone have yo mama out her worried cause you missin
Wzup with that slick shit
Written by: Rainey B. Hardin

