Maintenance - Intellectual

[Intro]

Aye Cruddy

(J-J-Johnny Caravaggio)

[Chorus]

I ain't the nigga to play with

I got some youngins that's geeking to spank shit

I'ma tell you some shit, but my breath ain't cranking

I'm fixing my problems with tools, I'm maintenance

I get to kirkin' and get every drug

I get them paints and I'm making it flood

Sneaky my brother, we too understood

YP took him down, should've known what it was

Locked in with my cruddy's, I swear I ain't changing

Got hit with that fire and his body start flaming

Told Mel get the car, we going by Susan

Invading they block, bitch I'm an intruder

Back in the spot, got me pouring a four up

Tried hit at my truck, got me fucking his door up

She went through my phone, I was sleep, I got caught up

He spoke on my name and that's why he got tore up

[Verse]

Trying sеll me some hair drank, nigga you die

Gеt hit with this shit that I'm toting, you fly

I swear I'ma pour me an eight in Dubai

When I step in the strip club it's racks in the sky, uh

I fuck her once and say, "Bye"

If she tell you I paid for that shit, she a lie

If you fuck with my opps, I advise you to hide

That trip to Ohio a five hour drive

I'm stacking this cash, it's helping my future

FaceTime shit with this drac' I'ma mute you

Kha-kha-kha, that's the sound that they used to

Finessed him for twenty, he thought I was neutral

Yeah, I been hearing them bitch-ass niggas, they broke and they dickriding

Sixty and Sneaky, them niggas tryna bend

Tried breach on my block then we let off them switches, they never came again