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。
BPM
歌詞
[Intro]
I been doing this shit, ****, and this shit ain't gon' never stop (Simo Fre just killed it)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Like, **** already know how I'm fuckin' rockin', ****, I'm gettin' this shit done
Either way
Uh
[Verse 1]
I'm like, "Fuck it," throw an X back, I don't want my ex back
Shit they say they dyin' for, **** shouldn't have said that
Drugs got me paranoid for reppin' the red flag
Ridin' with this redbone, she freaky with her fine ass
Can't duck these, they comin' fast
Switch on blick make **** laugh
See my mama struggle, it ain't hurt me, it just made me mad
Shit I went through honestly was worth it, now I got a bag
Make believe he perkin' off them Perkies 'til we bust his ass
Mm, mm, oh, we givin' out body bags
Chopper hit his throat, tell them people, "Choke his ass"
Hit it 'til my finger lock, caught him with his goofy ass
Drillin' and still droppin' guap, true to it like Buddha man
[Chorus]
Tintin', bro 'nem spinnin', we gon' kill until we won
**** don't help with these killings, how I'm the one that's sendin' funds?
And on Leek, I'm still spinnin', payin' for my ****' bonds
If they let this **** out, 'til he drop, bitch, we gon' bomb (That's on God, ****)
Have you ever pulled a homicide?
Spin they block, we hittin', we bring pain and we make mamas cry
If you on that other side, we outside, we slidin' down
Pick up shots, we slide 'round
Fuck up blocks, we beat 'em down
[Verse 2]
Brand new Amiri that I'm wearin', I might fuck your ho
Get your bitch, she starin' 'fore I stuff this dick all down her throat
Knock shit down like dominos
Chrome Heart, it ain't no Vlone
Fuck 'bout what that **** on
'Cause we done toe-tagged many toes
Clutchin' while I'm drivin', never leave that blick home
I can't never fight my dog, the reason they let Vick go
Dreaded up like Chief and Keef, I'm smokin' gas at Citgo
Never minded to buy the chain, I'm gon' fuck up my wrist though
Lame-ass ****, get dough
Broke ass ain't got no hoes
Sittin' around hatin' like a bitch, ****, what you poutin' for?
Say he gon' do what to who? I'm waitin', but I doubt it though
**** either victims or they patients, all we know is blow
[Chorus]
Tintin', bro 'nem spinnin', we gon' kill until we won
**** don't help with these killings, how I'm the one that's sendin' funds?
And on Leek, I'm still spinnin', payin' for my ****' bonds
If they let this **** out, 'til he drop, bitch, we gon' bomb (That's on God, ****)
Have you ever pulled a homicide?
Spin they block, we hittin', we bring pain and we make mamas cry
If you on that other side, we outside, we slidin' down
Pick up shots, we slide 'round
Fuck up blocks, we beat 'em down
[Verse 3]
Off that X, I'm trippin', clutchin', sippin', ridin' through the town
I just fuck these bitches, get that money, and I move around
His bitch say she with it, told her bring her friend 'cause Ku around
Draco hit his fro, they like, "Goddamn, who done knocked Luda down?"
[Outro]
Mm, uh, gang
Yeah, ****, gang, gang (Who knocked Luda down?)
Yeah (Who knocked Luda down?)
I got the lil' Ku, how I bleed if a **** try me
He gon' need an IV
Try me, he gon'
Gon' put him on a tee
We gon' knock his fuckin' lights out and put him on a tee
We gon' strap his fuckin' ass, we gon' put him on the meat
We gon' sit him with his brother, we gon' make that **** bleed
We gon' hit him with that Drac', hit a **** in his teeth
I'ma fuck that **** bitch, then I'll make her fuck the team
Written by: Jacourey Rivers, Simone Di Franco


