Happy (Remix)
Fuse Icewear Vezzo’s Musty with Bassnectar’s Ping Pong and Detox Unit’s Bounce. Build a 140 BPM half-time beat that blends Detroit minimal trap swagger with glitchy dubstep mischief and psychedelic bass heaviness. Start with an icy piano/bell loop repeating hypnotically, paired with booming 808 subs, crisp claps, and rattling hi-hats. Layer playful glitch stutters and percussive ping-pong textures bouncing in stereo, creating syncopated funk. Drop into halftime grooves with elastic sub-bass swells and warped glitches inspired by Detox Unit, lurching heavy yet fluid. Drums should snap sharp like Detroit trap but slam with festival dubstep weight. Aura is paradoxical: cold street menace fused with carnival glitch energy and alien ritual depth. The soul is swaggering yet psychedelic, precise yet chaotic — a godlike hybrid of Detroit minimalism, Bassnectar’s playful bass architecture, and Detox Unit’s feral halftime groove.
Happy (Remix)
Fuse Icewear Vezzo’s Musty with Bassnectar’s Ping Pong and Detox Unit’s Bounce. Build a 140 BPM half-time beat that blends Detroit minimal trap swagger with glitchy dubstep mischief and psychedelic bass heaviness. Start with an icy piano/bell loop repeating hypnotically, paired with booming 808 subs, crisp claps, and rattling hi-hats. Layer playful glitch stutters and percussive ping-pong textures bouncing in stereo, creating syncopated funk. Drop into halftime grooves with elastic sub-bass swells and warped glitches inspired by Detox Unit, lurching heavy yet fluid. Drums should snap sharp like Detroit trap but slam with festival dubstep weight. Aura is paradoxical: cold street menace fused with carnival glitch energy and alien ritual depth. The soul is swaggering yet psychedelic, precise yet chaotic — a godlike hybrid of Detroit minimalism, Bassnectar’s playful bass architecture, and Detox Unit’s feral halftime groove.
Lyrics
ever seen a hundred fifty
rubber band up
ever seen a ngga
start with nothing
get it ran up
Don’t that shit make you happy
Don’t that shit make you happy
Oh it don’t
that’s an issue
I know nggas
that’s running from issues
I’m not into what these nggas into
I knew that since I was a young’n
on front street
I wasn’t gone budge
if them nggas confront me
Got my respect
what you willing to die for
ngga the same thing
I’m willing to slide for
Fuck all your idols
I don’t got no big homies bitch
Put my foot in the door
off the motherfucking strength
all the nights that I spent
It’s too many to count
but what make up for it
is the fucking amount
ever seen a hundred fifty
rubber band up
ever seen a ngga
start with nothing
get it ran up
Don’t that shit make you happy
Don’t that shit make you happy
Oh it don’t
that’s an issue
I know nggas
that’s running from issues
Most def
Yall seen bae
Every little single thing i touch
They be like deezang
Money on thee line all thee TIMELike BREEENG Brang
I been lit
since songs played on your phone
when that thing rang
I am up lil baby
i dont need change
Need a ngga naked in the kitchen
like Ving Rhames
Imagine broads seein me hella fly
wit my thing thang
Sun kiss on my grin
through the roof
And they dont think "same"
Is you happy for me or no?
Thats the only question i pose
It dont matter to me
oh no
make a bop for all my foes
ever seen a hundred fifty
rubber band up
ever seen a ngga
start with nothing
get it ran up
Don’t that shit make you happy
Don’t that shit make you happy
Oh it don’t
that’s an issue
I know nggas
that’s running from issues
And just Thinkin bout it
Nah that Ain’t gon Fix you
bout that action
the motion
Might Miss you
I’m into
Gettin Every Dollars
GED
Money ain’t everything
But broke never made me
happy
Anxiety is taxing
So maxin
out on Good times
Even if it ain’t rational
I’m cashin
out
Walking in the City National
Manila envelope
That make the world more magical
Like I can buy this
I can have that
A Hunnid rubberbanded upLike how much
For the kitty kat
I’ma bargain for a good deal
Even with a Hunnid mill
I can sense jealousy
An empath
But fuck they feels
And playin with my Animal side
see why just alligator bites
Don’t heal
You don’t wanna be a Steve Irwin
Don’t wanna see an accident
That keep stomachs turnin
The Thurz yesterday
This the improved version
Good on these socials
But better in person