[Intro]

Daringer, Machine

Hm, yeah, you know what the fuck is good

Trust me

[Verse 1]

Ayo, I never leave the crib without the blower on waist (Uhuh)

'Cause over on the East Side

It's full of cobras and snakes

Vultures and fake niggas that can't wait

To pistol whip you, break a bone in your face

If you won't open your safe

Tony Montana shit

Stick you're nose in the whole cake (Sniff!)

Think about Machine Gun

I might pour the whole Ace (Rest in peace, my nigga)

Plug sent it from a whole 'nother state (Huh)

He throw it from San Diego

And I'ma catch it like Antonio Gates, ahh

I ain't finished, that was only a eight

Spikes on the blood bottoms

They was Pony and Snake, yeah

The label told me to wait

But fuck that I'm droppin' now

You can't hold me, I'm great (Haaa)

Plus it'll only equate (Cap)

To dollar signs, I told you, homie, I'm straight

Three classics in a year, nobody told me to make (I'm workin', nigga)

Uh, remember niggas wouldn't throw me a plate?

So used to chopper fire, I could feel at home in Kuwait (Hahahaha!)

[Chorus]

They ain't fucking with this raw shit

(They ain't fucking with this raw shit)

Fucking with this raw shit (that raw shit?) (This raw shit)

Uh, they ain't fucking with this raw shit

(They ain't fucking with this raw shit)

(This raw shit?) Fucking with this raw shit (This raw shit)

They ain't fuckin' with me, nigga (They can't fuck with this raw shit, hehe)

Look, look they can't fuck with this raw shit (they can't fuck wit' it)

(They can't fuck with this raw shit)

Fuck with this raw shit, uh (this raw shit?) (This raw shit)

Ay, you should fuck with this raw shit (you should fuck wit' me, baby) (Ay, you should fuck with this raw shit)

(You should fuck with this raw shit)

Come fuck with this raw shit, uh (Come fuck with this raw shit)

[Verse 2]

Uh, get out of pocket, I'ma blaze you up (Uhuh)

Homicide pull on your block, yellow tape it up (Cap)

You ain't built from behind the wall? You better safe it up

Niggas Up North on the yard getting their faces cut (Woo)

So tie your laces up (Uh)

You make a cake, I need to take a cut

One thing about me, I never gave a fuck (I don't give a fuck, nigga)

If I run out of patience, I'ma spray shit up (Brr)

We taking what we want ain't nobody 'bout to say shit to us (Tsk, you gotta somethin' to say?)

Uh, shooters on the payroll, riding 'round with they pole

The Draco be spitting like J. Cole (Brrr)

Yayo, powder on they nose

They eyes won't stay closed

The chopper bullets make holes

In your body and take souls (Boom boom boom!)

Uh, that's why I gotta be the illest with this shit

Case closed, nigga, yeah, uh, look

(I gotta be one of the illest, nigga, you lyin' to your fuckin' self if you think different)

[Chorus]

They ain't fucking with this raw shit (that raw shit?)

(They ain't fucking with this raw shit)

Fucking with this raw shit, yeah (ayo, they ain't fuckin' wit' me, my nigga) (This raw shit)

They ain't fucking with this raw shit (this shit is effortless)

(They ain't fucking with this raw shit)

Fucking with this raw shit, uh, uh, uh (Fuckin' with this raw shit)

Look, look, they can't fuck with this raw shit (this raw shit)

(They can't fuck with this raw shit)

Fuck with this raw shit (they can't fuck with this raw shit, nigga) (They can't fuck with this raw shit)

Ay, ay, you should fuck with this raw shit (hahaha!)

(Ay, you should fuck with this raw shit)

You should fuck with this raw shit (they can't fuck with me, nigga! Machine!) (Come fuck with this raw shit)

[Outro]

Hmm, yeah, you know whassup, nigga

The mothafuckin' General, nigga

Griselda General, nigga

You know what the fuck it is, nigga

You know my handle, nigga

Hehe, yeah, Daringer