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。
BPM86
歌詞
[Intro]
Bitch
(Is that Shoki on the beat?)
(Damn, Ryder)
[Chorus]
He keep talkin' in them comments, fuck it, drop a bag on him
Send my stepper where you sleep, I bet my shorty smash on him
Put a fuckin' tag on him, big glick with a fuckin' flash on him
He want smoke, foenem smoked his ass and put some ash on him
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I know you sad, I know you mad, I know you pissed off (Bitch)
Talkin' out his ass like he bad, knock his shit off (What?)
Foenem on your ass, bodybags, don't get sent off (Boom, boom, boom)
Bustin' at they whip, reload the clip, and knock the tint off (Ah)
Bitch, you know we swervin', we be wreckin', ain't no lettin' off (Bitch)
Pussy bitch, don't play, I up that ray and send your blessings up (Huh?)
I will never lay, was born to spray, bitch, I ain't restin' up (Bitch)
Swear that shit there crazy, on the daily I be textin' her (Boom, boom, boom)
He say that bitch his baby, that's fugazi, I be sledgin' her (Fuck nah)
**** think they hot just like a pot until we wet 'em up (Bitch)
We got hella shots and hella knots and we got thots for days (Boom, boom, boom)
Foenem off them pills, tryna drill, bitch, you get shot today
[Chorus]
He keep talkin' in them comments, fuck it, drop a bag on him
Send my stepper where you sleep, I bet my shorty smash on him
Put a fuckin' tag on him, big glick with a fuckin' flash on him
He want smoke, foenem smoked his ass and put some ash on him
[Verse 2]
I be jiggin' in that bitch, I got that thirty mag on me (Boom)
In his head when it's pressure, thirty rounds in my sweater (What?)
Glizzy glizzy, no Beretta, pull up on you and I pop that metal (Boom, boom)
Gon' get my dick sucked and smoke on a Backwood and count this cheddar
You know you just act hood, boy, you really ain't that hood, boy, you gotta do better
You know that we clap hoods and we loopin' right back and we spinnin' just like a lil' presser (Brrt, boom)
Glock on mute, it got a suppressor (Shh)
Pull up and shoot, skrrt off in a Tesla (Skrrt)
Boom, baow, knock a pussy off for actin' like he special
Bitch, we reckless, I ain't tryna hear no preachin' or no lecture (Fuck nah)
I ain't fuckin' with no bop, I get the top and I don't text her (Bitch)
Bitch, we got lots of sticks, no pot to piss, spin your block, we poppin' shit
We poppin' glicks, ain't poppin' zits, big bro done taught me not to miss
[Chorus]
He keep talkin' in them comments, fuck it, drop a bag on him
Send my stepper where you sleep, I bet my shorty smash on him
Put a fuckin' tag on him, big glick with a fuckin' flash on him
He want smoke, foenem smoked his ass and put some ash on him (Bitch)
Written by: David Pointer, Robby Leob Cohen, Ryder Johnson

