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DopeBoy
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
DopeBoy was released on February 6, 2026 by Never Broke Again LLC as a part of the album Streets Ain't Safe 2
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Release DateFebruary 6, 2026
LabelNever Broke Again LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NBA Big B
NBA Big B
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
NBA Big B
NBA Big B
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, A
(It's Bubba Uno, so you know it's lit)
I'm telling you, man
Any **** that ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money
Or ever said any jealous bullshit about me is fuckin' dead
You understand what the fuck I'm sayin', A? They're fuckin' dead, man
[Chorus]
Burglar bar the front door, this traphouse, it don't never close
Think that it's a sale knockin', tell my **** get the door
Cameras up in every corner just so we can watch the post
I ain't gotta make a move, send my youngin to the store
Huh, real dope-boy shit, all he ever wanted was money
Real dope-boy shit, always pictured this shit comin'
Real dope-boy shit, he had fell in love with stuntin'
Real dope boy, show you how to make somethin' from nothin'
[Verse 1]
Uh, time for a new spot
Traffic been gettin' outta hand, Bishop done got hot
Numbers keep glitchin' on my scale, I need another clock
Residue was still up on my pants after I made the drop
Tester said this shit a ten, then I want that
I'ma serve it raw to 'em, make sure that they come back
They said it's the best dope, I said it's that New Jack
My **** started usin' and he ain't never come back
Takin' chances, you **** ain't like me, you ain't take no risk
You ain't never jump up on the road to transport a brick
Pounds in the trunk, my ETA say I'll be there by 6
Tryna duck the troopers on the highway, so I'm movin' swift
[Chorus]
Burglar bar the front door, this traphouse, it don't never close
Think that it's a sale knockin', tell my **** get the door
Cameras up in every corner just so we can watch the post
I ain't gotta make a move, send my youngin to the store
Huh, real dope-boy shit, all he ever wanted was money
Real dope-boy shit, always pictured this shit comin'
Real dope-boy shit, he had fell in love with stuntin'
Real dope boy, show you how to make somethin' from nothin'
[Verse 2]
Uh, youngin off Section 8
His only option was to go out there and get some pape'
Say he wanna be a hustler, went and bought a pack and Drac'
I told him that I feel you, get that money and stay out the way
**** think this shit a game until that pressure hit
I know the real you, you pussy, boy, you been a bitch
Hit the road a thousand times, I done took a thousand risks
Sendin' pounds through the mail, I'm just prayin' that they hit
Went broke, they left me by my lonely, that shit scarred me
Posted in the hood, I ain't been at home hardly
I'm just tryna find some peace, bitch wanna start me
I ain't gon' lie, the trap had spoiled me
[Chorus]
Burglar bar the front door, this traphouse, it don't never close
Think that it's a sale knockin', tell my **** get the door
Cameras up in every corner just so we can watch the post
I ain't gotta make a move, send my youngin to the store
Huh, real dope-boy shit, all he ever wanted was money
Real dope-boy shit, always pictured this shit comin'
Real dope-boy shit, he had fell in love with stuntin'
Real dope boy, show you how to make somethin' from nothin'
Written by: NBA Big B
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