Doe B
61
Hip-Hop/Rap
Doe B은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2026년 1월 21일일에 LIE Music Group에서 발매되었습니다.Trap Motivation
멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM75
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Nickoe Whitley
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Nickoe Whitley
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Hershey Blakk
프로듀서
가사
I feel like Doe B, definition of the trap, I'm in that mode, right now
This shit goin' on, it's on the floor, you can get a 'bowl, right now
Tryna motivate the trap, who the fuck had said the trap was dead?
I can show you how to do this shit, ****, pull up, come get in
I'm ten toes up in this shit, I beat my feet and stretch my legs
I'm the dope-boy, I get dough, boy, back on dope, boy, count that bread
I'm with the boys, in the hood, **** play, we gon' put some in they head (Hearse it, we blowin' up)
We been treatin' them **** in the back, like Ricky, I'm the one that dropped the ticket (Dropped the ticket)
Yeah, I'm the one that got them tickets
Gloves love me 'cause I quickly make them bitches come up missin'
I fell in love with sellin' bricks, I ain't really got time for my business
I need some drugs, I think I'm sexist, 'cause I'm in love with all my bitches (With all my bitches)
Yeah, I fell in love with sellin' dope (Sellin' dope)
Yeah, the streets ain't got no hope, I'm here to give the streets some hope (The streets some hope)
Who the fuck said trap was dead?
I'm tryna keep this shit alive (Shit alive)
Another box just came in, forty eight hours, took it down (Come on)
I just put them **** on, but I'm already knowin' they haters (They haters)
I got this and I got that
Stuffed in my trap, I got them flavors (Come shop with me)
I'd rather trap, I don't like to rap
Plus, what I do, it ain't no cap
I keep one hand close to that strap
Round of applause, **** gettin' clapped
I can sell them all by myself
I'd rather ball by myself
Legend, he just thinkin' 'bout hisself
I don't give a fuck, I don't need no help
I've been pushin' weights, you gotta have some muscle
It ain't 'bout the luck, it's all about the hustle
Get it out off the face, it ain't 'bout your face, it ain't 'bout your shape, baby, it's your mental
Who the fuck said trap was dead?
I'm tryna keep this shit alive
Who the fuck said trap was dead? (Who the fuck?)
I'm tryna keep this shit— (Who the fuck said trap was dead?)
Who the fuck said trap was dead?
I'm tryna keep this shit alive
Who the fuck said trap was dead?
I'm tryna keep this— (Who the fuck said trap was dead?)
These **** loadin', I got them 'bowls, you better come get in (Tryna keep the trap alive)
I could see it in they face, "There Black Boy go again"
You wanna talk? Let's take some prices
I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout no jail (Who the fuck said trap was dead?)
I'm the one that dropped the ticket, got these **** mad as hell
Trap ain't dead, if Black Boy fuckin' up the ticket (Fuckin' up the ticket)
I'm tryna keep this shit alive, I been hearin' crickets (I been hearin' crickets)
I made a promise to myself, I can't go broke, again (I can't go broke, again)
Why ain't nobody poppin' shit?
**** must be broke, again
Yeah, what you know 'bout runnin' from that trap life?
It's a P-word, pull a trick (P-word, pull a trick)
You don't even much know what I mean, these **** ain't dyin', these **** green (These **** SWATs)
I went through that, sold all of them
He say the trap be callin' him
I told her she could have my heart, think I'm in love, with all of them (With all of them)
You know the trap come first, I'm focused on this paper, baby, I ain't even tryna spit no verse
The trap ain't goin' crazy, baby, I hope none of your feelings hurt
Ain't lettin' no **** take shit from me, got it out the fuckin' dirt
Tell them Black Boy got that work (I got that work)
Who the fuck said trap was dead?
I'm tryna keep this shit alive
Who the fuck said trap was dead? (Who the fuck?)
I'm tryna keep this shit— (Who the fuck said trap was dead?)
Who the fuck said trap was dead?
I'm tryna keep this shit alive
Who the fuck said trap was dead?
I'm tryna keep this— (Who the fuck said trap was dead?)
These **** loadin', I got them 'bowls, you better come get in (Tryna keep the trap alive)
I could see it in they face, "There Black Boy go again"
You wanna talk? Let's take some prices
I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout no jail (Who the fuck said trap was dead?)
I'm the one that dropped the ticket, got these **** mad as hell
Written by: Nickoe Whitley

