Spruce - Intellectual

[Intro: Jet Neptune]

Fonywallace biatch

I'm on the block!

Ha! I'm wit a-

Hahaha!

Lil shorty don't talk about my business

My business is classified bitch

[Verse 1: Tacxin & Jet Neptune]

I'm on my block and it not hot (Hot!)

Think I'm Nicki Minaj, I walk 'round with that anaconda, bitch!

And it solve all my problems (All my problems!)

I ain't got no problems, bitch, I got my stick on me (Boosh!) (Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow)

And you talkin' to the big homie (Big!)

And I bet I got my glick on me, bitch! (Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow)

Mend his dome, I got my stick on me (Stick, stick!)

Made her stick it out, that bitch walkin'

Posted up in Mexico City with my Greek homie (Yeah, yeah!)

Three, I'm so jaded in the mall, I got that fit on me

Junkies at the door, you would think I got the fent on me

Balmain pockets with the ace, I got that Grinch on me

New blue hundreds in this shit, it got me Crip Walkin'

If he actin' pressеd I let 'em step, I got that glick from thе past

With the cocktail, that shit for my shrimp

Slide out, pull up to the telly for my maid got me mint, cuh

Errrm, what the spruce?

Put the Henny in my juice

Got me loose as a goose

Then I float like a cruise

Errrm, what it do?

Choppa hidden, peek-a-boo

Sippin' pai from my soup

I’m the drank Dr. Seuss (Errm!)

And bitch I'm bussin' off this Ferragamo

If homie don't stop talking to me I'ma rip the larynx off him (Yeah)

Drippin' on a Sunday, Josie put a cherry on him (Yeah!)

My traphouse flooded, so I walk in with a pair of goggles

I guess you're lookin' at the mean girl

All these bitches fat, they look like they came from SeaWorld (Yeah!)

All these bitches mad 'cause I'm livin' in their dream world (Yeahh)

Look inside this bag, spent a thousand on these jeans, girl

As a matter of a fact, I ain't never paid for retail

You are not a bad bitch, bitch, you rockin' pigtails

All these crazy motherfuckers on my Paypal

Meant to pull up with metal, why they pullin' up with chainmail? (Heh, heh!)