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。
BPM76
積分
詞曲
Kenson Travis Alfred
詞曲創作
歌詞
Ayy man, you know what the fuck going on ****
Free the guys
Free my **** D9 free my **** Champ
Free my **** Taz, man
I only put trust in that chrome
I can't put trust in a heart
We up them blicks
They spin this block like acrobatics
Flip the car, no questions asked
We left a mark and sent that boy to the ER
We turned that boy into some gas
Cus he was thinking he a star
Oh you gone step, you gon' shoot at who
Loud with all them threats, if them boys slide,
Then I'm sliding to, I'm tryna hit your neck
Oh, you got fye? We got fye too
Ain't shit that you can press
These **** already out here flagging
Why the fuck we need a ref
Hop out the coupe, bitch I'm ready to take me a life
Catch him lacking, should of caught him a ride
He ain't built for the field, better keep him inside
Arm up, Man down, should of kept him alive
He ain't making a sound, see the fear in his eyes
Locked up in a cell, screaming free all the guys
Put my heart on a shelf, gotta think with my mind
Steady moving with stealth money stay on the line
Ain't spin or hit this curb
These **** mad, can't get they brother back
You say you **** slide, but got no fye
Still use your Brudda strap
Every day I walk, I risk my life
If twelve ask, I just rap
Laid back inside this car
Blunt in my hand, with her face in my lap
Don't try to run, this shit not track
We hawked him down, we on his ass
These bullets known to shoot through glass
Don't fuck with snakes, I'm not a rat
But I know snakes, That'll slime you out
I drop a bag, they sell you out
Ain't tryna hide, they'll seek you out
They'll dry you up, just like a drought
I just want my money, ****
I just want my cheddar
Yeah, your ex done got you wet
But baby, I can get you wetter
I be slidin' with this Glock
FNN leave you on a stretcher
I ain't tryna see that ****
Unless his name behind some feathers
I hope he don't, he drop that low
Then he die the same night
I hit my target every time
Ain't have to get my aim right
I keep that flame right by my side
Even at night, that shit light
Hop out, shoot, that's on sight
6 deep car, this shit tight
And that's on gang, ****
I ain't worried about no hoes
Stayin' around some B's
They A shooters like the honor roll
Pizza talk, I ain't tryna play
****, I just want my dough
Crackkas' Hop behind this car
I can't see or hear no more
Like why they envy me
My money used to be short
Now it's long like centipede
That bitch a vegetarian
She still gon' eat this meat
I don't give a fuck
Bout what you claim
Y'all **** not street
If they say that I ain't ever ran before
Then that shit not me
Catch that boy inside a Lyft
Even a taxi
You say that you wanna feature, ****
Bitch, I'm taxin
Remember that I said
That I was gon' make it
Y'all was laughin
Now a **** up still with the same ****
From back then
Thumbin' through these bands
Don't be hoppin' on no wagon
Drip up on my body
When I step, I get to splashin
Don't be flaggin
Bout your money, ****
You not havin
Bout me them boys don't play
They be quick to get to crashin
Bitch, okay, let's get it in
If I ain't double back about this bitch
It's cause I fucked her friend
Quick to block a hoe
I can't argue when I'm off the hen
These **** shootin' at the air
Just to say these **** spin
Don't be dissin' at the bros
They quick to wipe a ****, nose
No stripper club, we keep a pole
You better call Geronimo
If I want him to die, he die
She likes when I'm between her thighs
This Glock be on me keep a nine
It's night it's time to terrorize
And hop out the coupe
Bitch, I shoot at his legs
Bitch, I making these blues
But I'm seein' some red
Bitch, I'm teaching the class
I done filled him with lead
Even though that I'm walkin
I still want him dead
I'm runnin' him down
Put that bitch in a gar
I've done put it in neutral, I left him in park
I done came up from thuggin
And playin' my part
I don't see myself stoppin
Till I'm on the chart
****
Bitch
Written by: Kenson Travis Alfred
