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Fruition
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fruition was released on October 24, 2023 by OTtotheDOT as a part of the album Fruition - Single
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Release DateOctober 24, 2023
LabelOTtotheDOT
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deshawn Maxwell
Deshawn Maxwell
Songwriter

Lyrics

On the road, you know we cruisin',
You know we cruisin
If we see the fence, we do the dash, dash
Cruisin' fast speeds in the coupe, fuck a backseat
No, I put in work like a athlete
In the club, got him runnin' like a track meet
Move safe, I know that shorty tryna trap me
On the go, talkin' money, couldn't attract me
Phone tweakin', think them boys are tryna tap me
I put the ink inside my body, tell him, tat me
In the station, all the feds are tryna pat me down
I put on this drip and they don't hand me down
When I'm stepping out know I'm the man about town
Crody say he wanna top me with a hundred rounds
If we put in work, you know we shut that shit down
Buried all the hatchets, put that shit up in the ground
Talk about my name, but if I pull up, bet you frown
Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy
Chopper line him up and then we knock him all down
I'm hyper-focused, never need to pop a Adderall
I ain't a captain, bitch, salute me, I'm an admiral
I put my chick in purple diamonds, fuck an admiral
I put my bro's into position, call him general
Tell him, move smart, can't have nobody goin' federal
Grab a stick, move to elite, he like a veteran
On the court, he swingin' shit just like he Federer
Take a picture, paint it black just like a editor
I be on the roads, movin' solo, no promo
Stand tall on my dolo, no photo, can't snap this
The way I'm killin' all these beats, can't hack this
And I be real to the court, can't act this
There's a whole lot of talent with a little bit of practice
Let me tell you quick what a fact is
There's a whole lot of talent with a little bit of practice
Crody wanna drop top in a lot, parked with a top off
****, fuck a hotbox
I was in the crib with a bad bitch, told her take her socks off
Gave her two seconds, took the top off
Give me ten minutes, get my rocks off
Then I pull up to her crib and she get dropped off
Then I pull up to her party, brosky pull up in a drop top
Spittin' down the block, shit popped off
In the party with a baddie and a bottle of Bacardi
Getting naughty and you know that everybody getting litty
This the type of party shutting down the whole city
We don't party in the city, shit get sticky
Yellow flicker beat up on the CD
I be out of sight, you cannot see me
I be out of mind, so please don't need me
Fuck the 2020 vision, this shit's 3D
I be flyer than a bird, no Tweety
I could drip no water, Fiji
Since we're talking about countries, Tahiti
I could paint a wall, no graffiti
I got family, not friends, no Phoebe
Many people moving hollow, no Sleepy
I used to be the kid that they were sleeping on
I'll never be somebody you can lean upon
Unless I love you, then you know I got you
But I'ma be up in my own lane, do my own thing
Never gon' change, be this way until I end up in the grave
But in the meantime, I'm just doing what I love
Taking all these drugs, still don't think I had enough
Bout to mix me a potion with potent aromas
And pour up this drink and start leaning
The floor touch the ceiling, the shrooms got me geeking
Been tweaking all evening, don't know what I'm seeing
I pop me a perk and lose feeling
The Xanny ain't doing no healing
I roll up a blunt and start cheeching
Can't lie I'm higher than all of the ceilings inside of the Burj Khalifa
Not no Mia Khalifa, but this bitch, she bad as fuck
Tell her brody to batter up
Now he acting all shy, could this shorty, she bad as fuck
Never seen no one bad as her
If she want her a birkin you know that the bag is hers
I'm in my bag, I'ma run it up
Written by: Deshawn Maxwell
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