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。
BPM69
積分
演出藝人
Babyfxce E
聲樂
詞曲
Cordell Bell
詞曲創作
Efrem Jamar Blackwell
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Nick Cavalieri
母帶工程師
Nito Beats
製作人
歌詞
[Intro]
(Nito, what up, my ****?)
Huh, bitch (What up, Nito?), yeah
It's with an X, **** (Striker Boys, all that shit, ****, you know what the fuck goin' on)
Bitch
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Slide it at the green light, fuck it, make them people wait (Fuck 'em)
I done been through so much, I'll never be the same again
Told her, "Just to let you know, might ask you for your name again"
Let him think we cool, but he don't know that we snakin' him (Nito Beats)
Lil' bitch so real and she cold, they ain't makin' them
Ayy, pull up on that whip at the light, but we ain't racin' it (Frrt)
I just sold a vacuum-sealed zip with all shake in it (Huh)
Damn, bro, let me hold the switch, you tryna babysit
[Verse 1]
Lil' bro a baby pit, fuck it, I'ma let him loose
I'm mad bro ain't let me crash out, bro, I was tryna shoot
Don't give a fuck 'bout nothin', still doin' shit I ain't posed to do
Make him move out, then catch his ass right before he move (Alright)
I'll put that shit on the floor for real if y'all want me to (Uh-huh)
I can really have your ho for real if I wanted to
Play the one and two, if I ain't passin', all I know is shoot
**** think I don't know they on my ass, boy, I know it's you
We ain't worried, though, we still doin' the same shit
You ain't gotta use the flash, bitch, my chain came lit
Hop out the car, take off the mask, park the dude, change whips
Come back the next day and sell that bitch for like ten-somethin' (Gone, Nito Beats)
Don't gotta tell the 'net that we beefin', why you sayin' somethin'?
Raise your hand if you pressed me, ain't nobody put they hand up
Ain't nobody helped me, had to put my own bands up
Let that **** try me, I'll put my own mans up
Some people think I changed up
Thinkin' to myself it's crazy what this fame done (On bro)
Be careful when you flick it left, it make that thing jump (Frrt)
Ain't clique up with new ****, bitch, I'm with the same ones (Alright)
I don't know why these **** think I owe 'em somethin' like they my main mans
Have them killers come and toe-tag you, now you name brand
I never was a rapper, it was just somethin' that I played with (Huh)
Why we always get into it? You 'posed to be my main bitch
[Chorus]
Slide it at the green light, fuck it, make them people wait (Fuck 'em)
I done been through so much, I'll never be the same again
Told her, "Just to let you know, might ask you for your name again"
Let him think we cool, but he don't know that we snakin' him
Lil' bitch so real and she cold, they ain't makin' them
Ayy, pull up on that whip at the light, but we ain't racin' it
I just sold a vacuum-sealed zip with all shake in it
Damn, bro, let me hold the switch, you tryna babysit, huh
[Verse 2]
Baby, get my name tatted so I know it's real, huh (Come on)
Striker Boys, Walk Down Gang, man, y'all know the deal (Striker Boys)
The RP with the slit up in the middle, man, y'all know that pill (30)
If I catch a hat, I ain't braggin' on it, give lil' bro that kill (Bitch)
I'll put that shit on the floor for real if y'all want me to (Come on)
I ain't tryna fuck her, but I know this lil' bitch want me to (I'm knowin' it)
On tip with **** I was cool with, that's what it's comin' to
Lookin' at my kit, I'm like, "Shit, that's what that money do" (Shit)
Doin' donuts, ****, we still at the same light (Yeah)
This bitch got a thirty on it, but this not that same pipe (Frrt)
Remember 'cordin' on the M, I still got that same mic
I done made it off the block, but I still live that same life, **** (Nito, what up, my ****?)
[Chorus]
Slide it at the green light, fuck it, make them people wait (Fuck 'em)
I done been through so much, I'll never be the same again
Told her, "Just to let you know, might ask you for your name again"
Let him think we cool, but he don't know that we snakin' him (Alright)
Lil' bitch so real and she cold, they ain't makin' them
Ayy, pull up on that whip at the light, but we ain't racin' it (Bitch)
I just sold a vacuum-sealed zip with all shake in it (Yeah)
Damn, bro, let me hold the switch, you tryna babysit (Huh)
Written by: Cordell Bell, Efrem Jamar Blackwell

