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]