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。
BPM109
積分
演出藝人
Crash0ut
饒舌
詞曲
Crash0ut
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
essentiallyrich_
製作人
歌詞
I'm upping all the pros I ain't een finna trip
Why you flexing all that pape? you ain't een see yo kid
Bitch thinking she the one, so I took her to the strip
If you ain't doing shit for me, I think we need to put a lid on it
You want that bitch too? I ah put a bid on her
She tryna fuck, I ah send that bitch some Lyft money
I said yo Lyft money, bitch, not yo rent money
Everyday it's something different, think these **** gotta chill on me
I told the feds to chill, I only got a tail on me
I wouldn't do a drill with him, cause he might tell on you
These **** acting like yo mans until they bail on you
I'm never switching on my brothers, imma ride for em
The whole gang came trim, my draws cost a hunnid
I'm finna crash, about the pape, he crashing bout a woman
I never gave a fuck, the bitch still gave me some
You spent yo last on that bitch, she still ain't give you none
These good girls cool too, I want the eater one
Lil **** tried to run, still hit him with that gun
I'm the hardest with this shit, I still do this shit for fun
Fuck a fun over funds, where the fuck is your funds?
I'm strapped up, I'm still tryna run the ones
Get packed up, keep on tryna run your fucking tongue
I ain't playing bout my pape, I ah crash bout a slug
I don't know if it's lust, but it sure ain't love
Told my brother got the blicky, I'm about to fuck it up
I see them **** talking crazy shit, them **** better duck
**** getting to the pape, now yo hoe be tryna fuck
All these hoes just play crazy shit, she probably been a tuck
You ain't even know she going, lil' bitch just want a nut
I ain't even tryna cuff, lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck
Me and my **** in the trap, told my **** roll it up
We the trimmest round' the city, shit my **** going up
Shit, these **** talking crazy, finna pack lil brodie up
I ain't even tryna talk, lil' bitch, just give it up
I'm bout to call my bitchy over need to come to eat me up
These little **** be the hoes, and the hoes just be the tucks
Why you mad about the hoes, you say you never give a fuck These **** do it for the hoes type to never get no butt
Blicky with the green tip, cuz I'm the type to switch it up
Catch me ridin' down that city
Alright
Catch me ridin' down that city, shit, I'm about to run it up
Finna pass this bitch to brotha, he like Dame up in the clutch
Tell the hoe go throw it back, shit, she throw a lil' sum
Cra$hzerout going to the top, I ain't finna chill for none
I ain't finna chill for none
Lil' bitch
I ain't finna chill for none
Written by: Crashout Guys

