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Doe B
61
Hip-Hop/Rap
Doe B was released on January 21, 2026 by LIE Music Group as a part of the album Trap Motivation
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Release DateJanuary 21, 2026
LabelLIE Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nickoe Whitley
Nickoe Whitley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nickoe Whitley
Nickoe Whitley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hershey Blakk
Hershey Blakk
Producer

Lyrics

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
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