O.D.B. lyrics

[Intro]
Daringer, Machine
Hm, yeah, you know what the f*ck 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*ggas that can't wait
To pistol whip you, break a bone in your face
If you won't open your safe
Tony Montana sh*t
Stick you're nose in the whole cake (Sniff!)
Think about Machine Gun
I might pour the whole Ace (Rest in peace, my n*gga)
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 f*ck 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*gga)
Uh, remember n*ggas wouldn't throw me a plate?
So used to chopper fire, I could feel at home in Kuwait (Hahahaha!)
[Chorus]
They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t
(They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t)
f*cking with this raw sh*t (that raw sh*t?) (This raw sh*t)
Uh, they ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t
(They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t)
(This raw sh*t?) f*cking with this raw sh*t (This raw sh*t)
They ain't f*ckin' with me, n*gga (They can't f*ck with this raw sh*t, hehe)
Look, look they can't f*ck with this raw sh*t (they can't f*ck wit' it)
(They can't f*ck with this raw sh*t)
f*ck with this raw sh*t, uh (this raw sh*t?) (This raw sh*t)
Ay, you should f*ck with this raw sh*t (you should f*ck wit' me, baby) (Ay, you should f*ck with this raw sh*t)
(You should f*ck with this raw sh*t)
Come f*ck with this raw sh*t, uh (Come f*ck with this raw sh*t)

[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*ggas 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 f*ck (I don't give a f*ck, n*gga)
If I run out of patience, I'ma spray sh*t up (Brr)
We taking what we want ain't nobody 'bout to say sh*t 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 sh*t
Case closed, n*gga, yeah, uh, look
(I gotta be one of the illest, n*gga, you lyin' to your f*ckin' self if you think different)
[Chorus]
They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t (that raw sh*t?)
(They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t)
f*cking with this raw sh*t, yeah (ayo, they ain't f*ckin' wit' me, my n*gga) (This raw sh*t)
They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t (this sh*t is effortless)
(They ain't f*cking with this raw sh*t)
f*cking with this raw sh*t, uh, uh, uh (f*ckin' with this raw sh*t)
Look, look, they can't f*ck with this raw sh*t (this raw sh*t)
(They can't f*ck with this raw sh*t)
f*ck with this raw sh*t (they can't f*ck with this raw sh*t, n*gga) (They can't f*ck with this raw sh*t)
Ay, ay, you should f*ck with this raw sh*t (hahaha!)
(Ay, you should f*ck with this raw sh*t)
You should f*ck with this raw sh*t (they can't f*ck with me, n*gga! Machine!) (Come f*ck with this raw sh*t)

[Outro]
Hmm, yeah, you know whassup, n*gga
The mothaf*ckin' General, n*gga
Griselda General, n*gga
You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga
You know my handle, n*gga
Hehe, yeah, Daringer