pretty sure it’s a clams casino sample maybe from his recent collab record. or the melody was made for the song by him. sounds like a clams synth so it would be worth checking out
@@yeetyeetonthestreet-colinm1186 For the melody I used I think some analog lab choir and one instance of a simple sine wave preset in serum, then add a bunch of good reverb
@@Subumae Lmfao i forgot about this man . I really came and said both like i was the OP requesting it haha. But thanks a ton man, high pass that’s interesting it for sure sounds good / accurate very bright without losing its punch. the hats in this song r so fckn cool reminds me of a broken watch or something
Intro] (EvilGiane) (Surf Gang) Yeah, uh [Verse] What is the plan? Fuck is you sayin'? Lil’ mama off Danity Kane Been geeked up, how many days? Yeah, what is the plan? Fuck is you sayin'? How many bands I'm finna make? Feel like Diddy standin’ in a bank I feel like Diddy dancin' in the rain You yappin', I'ma go in your face Bruce Banner, how I handle the rage (You wouldn't like me when I'm angry) Yeah, loose cannon, enemy of the state Gene Hackman, we gettin' away Two hammers, how we get in the safe Uh, do damage in a critical way Boof packin', we ship it away You mad, got ’em feelin’ a way Yeah, too bad, hundred-dollar eighths I don't got the time or the space Sixteen-passenger plane Uh, Sistine Chapel, I pray Fish cheeks snap on the bait Chipped teeth, snack on the prey Uh, stampede crackin’ the gates Blow money fast just like a game Go through the cash like it's a phase Uh, what is the plan? Fuck is you sayin'? Lil' mama off Danity Kane Been geeked up, how many days? Uh, what is the plan? Fuck is you sayin’? How many bands I'm finna make? Feel like Diddy standin' in a bank Mm, feel like Diddy dancin' in the rain You yappin', I'ma go in your face Bruce Banner, how I handle the rage (You wouldn't like me when I'm angry) Loose cannon, enemy of the state Gene Hackman, we gettin' away Two hammers, how we get in the safe Do damage in a critical way Boof packin', we ship it away You mad, got 'em feelin' a way Too bad, hundred-dollar eighths If I don't got the time or the space Sixteen-passenger plane Sistine Chapel, I pray Fish cheeks snap on the bait Chipped teeth, snack on the prey Stampede crackin' the gates Blow money fast just like a game Go through the cash like it's a phase
