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。
BPM77
歌詞
Yeah, yeah, Heartagram, who, what
**** tryna be in my mode, haha, yeah
Yeah, yeah, lil' bitch, she's tryna get a one-up on me
That shit do not work, shoot that bitch a couple times
See if the Glock work, wake up, count money and fuck hoes
It's like clockwork, hit that lil' bitch with my angle
But I'm not Kurt, talkin' bout the racks, I get a lot
And I can't stop these **** talkin' like they're really
Gettin' money, but they not, I can tell you never had a bad bitch
He saying bop, I'm Heartagram, I be in these bitches' head like I'm Ma'at
This lil' bitch all up in my pockets tryna see what all I got
But baby, I know you a thot, every time these **** talkin
Bet I make her spin a block, Rick goin' head right to the socks
This gun too real, this not a prop, I take your bitch to give me head
And after that, she finna shop, why these **** mad at me
I show up for like 30 seconds and they throw that bag at me
All I gotta do is smile, she gon' throw that ass at me
I make a song and I got paid and now I'm livin' lavishly
Yeah, I love a bad bitch, yeah, my standards too high
Yeah, I got my group high, we hit the shop and then we all spend
It's like a group buy, lil' baby, she not tryna talk
I think lil' baby too shy, them **** talkin' like they bulletproof
You watch your crew die, I'm walkin' round with chains on
Yeah, my **** got that thunder, told him don't get rained on
Bitch, I'm on my same phone, she tryna get the gang on
If I win, we all win, had to put my gang on
She love my music, she gon' sing and fuck to the same song
And she not puttin' pussy on the phone, gettin' banged on
Bitch, I'm outta state, told him we not in the same zone
Hayden next door, told him we not in the same home
I talk a lot, but lil' baby know that I can back it up
That **** think he fuckin' with my ****, better pack it up
I'm stackin' money to the ceiling, we gon' keep on stackin' up
She a city girl, JT, why she keep on actin' up
No, that's not a diss though, man, I need a rich hoe
I need to go and count my money, then come suck my dick hoe
We do that **** like a patty, we gon' watch him flip, bro
My **** might be older, but I do not got a big bro
These **** lame, they be pocket watchin
And baby, I don't want you, I want your friend
So why the fuck you cock blockin'
Baby, I'm the catch, on my mama, I'm the top option
Bitch, I'm in my bag, I'm in that mode, so I'm not stoppin
Huh, I don't care if it's a red light
I'm in that scat, so I put blue up in the headlight
She think I miss her, but she can't even get me head right
She goin' to the Gram to say my full name, I swear that she the fed type
Turn it over, make a movie, told her, baby, that's my favorite part
She like Mona Lisa when she naked, she a work of art
No, she not a freak, but she gon' fuck, she workin' on her arch
**** throwin' bullets, I got rich, so now I'm throwin' darts
Shawn Michael, HBK, I told him I be breakin' hearts
I'm not a mechanic, but you know I keep like 30 parts
Bitch, I'm not gettin' up like Rosa Parks
Bitch, I keep that iron, man, like I'm Tony Stark
Written by: Maximus Bradford


