Unwarranted Rant
Pristine studio-polished banjo trap, crisp banjo melody as primary lead, deep sustained 808 sub bass, punchy trap kicks, rolling hi-hats, sharp claps, autotuned Tallahassee trap male vocals, melodic southern rap-singing, polished hard autotune always audible, expressive vocal glides, emotional weary delivery, stacked harmonies, strong chorus vocoder processing, robotic vocal doubles, stereo layered hook vocals, subtle low ad-libs, mid-tempo half-time Atlanta trap groove, introspective but catchy, clean digital mix, bright detailed high end, powerful controlled sub, radio-ready professional mastering, vocal effects central to song identity, modern southern trap fusion, turntablism
Unwarranted Rant
Pristine studio-polished banjo trap, crisp banjo melody as primary lead, deep sustained 808 sub bass, punchy trap kicks, rolling hi-hats, sharp claps, autotuned Tallahassee trap male vocals, melodic southern rap-singing, polished hard autotune always audible, expressive vocal glides, emotional weary delivery, stacked harmonies, strong chorus vocoder processing, robotic vocal doubles, stereo layered hook vocals, subtle low ad-libs, mid-tempo half-time Atlanta trap groove, introspective but catchy, clean digital mix, bright detailed high end, powerful controlled sub, radio-ready professional mastering, vocal effects central to song identity, modern southern trap fusion, turntablism
Lyrics
[Voice tag]
Ape Lincoln on that dumb shit.
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[Intro]
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[Verse]
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I wanna make a song
I don't know what to do
I could do it wrong
And do it just like you
I could tell the A-I
Write me somethin' fun
Turtle in the sky
That'll get it done
But I don't like them songs
I've heard em all now
They make em too long
And act too proud
They copyright some slop
Put on a basic beat
Call it bedroom pop
And then I go to sleep
[Chorus, stacked melodic vocoder]
Shoop doobie do woooooo
Shoop doobie do waaaaaaa
Who hootie hootie whoooooo
Who hootie hootie haaaaaa
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I talk a little shit
Just like right now
Maybe you shouldn't say you did
If you don’t know how
You say you did it all yourself
Not quite true
It's fine to get some help
Don't say it's all you
These people claim too much
Ain't never wrote a line
They leanin' on a crutch
You think it sounds fine
And maybe it does
And I'm just a dick
don't tell me that you wrote
Some garbage that you clicked
[Chorus, stacked melodic vocoder]
Shoop doobie do woooooo
Shoop doobie do waaaaaa
Who hootie hootie whoooooo
Who hootie hootie haaaaaa
[Bridge]
I guess you might be mad
If this applies to you
You really should be glad
And work on what you do
Instead of being sad
And saying "hey, fuck you"
Your music is just bad
You know it's fucking true
[Final chorus, stacked melodic vocoder]
So shoop doobie do woooooo
Shoop doobie do waaaaaa
Who hootie hootie whoooooo (whooooooo)
Who hootie hootie haaaaaa (haaaaaaa)
[Instrumental Outro, turntablism]
[Voice tag]
Ape Lincoln on that dumb shit.
[©️2026 Ape Lincoln]