[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 n***as 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 n***a)
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', n***a)
Uh, remember n***as 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, n***a (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
N***as 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, n***a)
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, n***a, yeah, uh, look
(I gotta be one of the illest, n***a, 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 n***a) (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, n***a) (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, n***a! Machine!) (Come fuck with this raw shit)

[Outro]
Hmm, yeah, you know whassup, n***a
The mothafuckin' General, n***a
Griselda General, n***a
You know what the fuck it is, n***a
You know my handle, n***a
Hehe, yeah, Daringer