Goin In

[Intro]
CQNYC Home of the thoroughbreds, y'all know
HumpDay productions, let's go

[Verse 1]
He got the whole world counting on his come back
City to city like where the fuck is son at?
Wasting too much time fucking with them dumb rats
Whoever slept on em, boy you shouldn't a done that
Now go stand in the corner, here, put on your dunce hat
He real with it
He cocks both of his guns back
He bout to make a call to Cali to expand his muscle
Then I'm a spin one a you niggas like the Spanish Hustle
You ain't here, be from Queens cause the can is muffled
He movin' shakin' so hard
He turned the land to rubble
Dumb dopes you just opened up a can of trouble
I bet my life on it, maggot
This is the gambler's double
It's not a good look, don't make em' have to paint a picture
Get rose beds I'll put your head where they train your clippers
I see you niggas not seeing like a gang a Hitler's
But arousing the black cloud is gonna bring a twister

[Hook]
Surgical scrubs, check
Surgical gloves, check
I murder you mugs
Now clear I’m about to go in
Mask for the mug, check
Sponge for the blood, check
Now give ‘em the drugs
And clear I’m about to go in
Scissors and knife, check
Now give em' some lights, check
Get six of them wipes
And clear I’m about to go in
Pins and the lube, check
A few of them tubes, check
Some medical glue
Now clear I’m about to go in

[Verse 2]
There's only room in this town for one dude in black
And I'll pack lead in your back like school is back
I'll leave y'all niggas with wings like it's a Hooters snack
You look a little tired homie, you could use a nap
And you ain't got a tell me twice where the food is at
Who keep shots in his arms like it's user tracks
Dum-Dums all in his guns like it's a foolish strap
No chow line skippin' here, troop, or pursue the back
Mine is enterprise crime, you's a petty crook
You throw that hoodie on it's about to be a heavy jux
I'm bout to leave a smoke cloud like some deadly kush
Well, well, well lookie what we have here
Shell, shell, shell, nobody, now the path clear
Nothing but cash here
Y'all just lookin' half queer
Sixteen ruler headlights like I'm about to smash deers
And put 'em in the grass dere
Be on their last steers
I leave your head missing a side like it's a bad pair
I'm taking your spot
I'm about to put my flag here

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Save your wack verses
Ahki I don't feel your raps
And you don't know me boy, don't try to get familiar cat
Orangutangs tryin' a tangle with the silverbacks
[Couple of things from out the banger leave 'em real relaxed?]
You had your run time the fun is over, chill with that
You Fred Flintstone nigga, where your Wilma at?
I'm on to my dividends
Was born for the Entenmann’s
Y'all toddlers in the play pen
Wit' G up in their endocrines
There's hope man
The dope man is coming with the thick syringe
I'll see ya payday, this Friday
For drinks again
You made a little name but now your flame is flickerin'
Only thing countin' is this cheddar never mix it friend
He on his grind game he headin' for the strips again
Clown, don't make me have to come around this bitch again

[Hook]