O.D.B.

Uh, Derringer, machine
Uh, just know what the fuck is good
Trust me

Uh, ayo, I never leave the crib without the blower on waist (uh-huh)
'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 (snakes)
Think about machine gun
And I might pour the whole ace (rest in peace, my nigga)
Plug sent it from a whole 'nother state (ah)
He throw it from San Diego and I'ma catch it like Antonio Gates, ah

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' out, you can't hold me I'm great (ha)
Plus it'll only equate to dollar signs (no cap), I told you homie I'm straight
Three classics in a year nobody told me to make (I'm working nigga)
Remember, niggas wouldn't throw me a plate?
So used to chopper fire, I could feel at home and create

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 (they ain't fucking us nigga)
(Fucking with this raw shit)

Look, look, they can't fuck with this raw shit
(They can't fuck with this raw shit), they can't fuck with it
Fuck with this raw shit (fucking with this raw shit)
Uh, ay, you should fuck with this raw shit
(Ay, you should fuck with this raw shit), you should fuck with 'em baby
Come fuck with this raw shit (come fuck with this raw shit), uh, uh

Uh, get out of pocket, I'ma blaze you up (uh-huh)
Homicide pull on your block yellow tape it up (no cap)
You ain't built from behind the wall, you better safe it up
Niggas up North on the yard getting their faces cut (whoa)
So tie your laces up

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 takin' what we want and nobody 'bout to say shit to us
(Who got somethin' to say?)

Shooters on the payroll riding 'round with they pole
The DRACO be spitting like J. Cole (brr)
Yayo, powder on they nose, they eyes won't stay close
The chopper bullets make holes, end your body and take souls, uh
That's why I gotta be the illest with this shit case closed, nigga, yeah
(I gotta be one of the illest, nigga)
(You lyin' to your fucking self, if you think that)

They ain't fucking with this raw shit
(They ain't fucking with this raw shit), that raw shit?
Fucking with this raw shit (this raw shit?, this raw shit)
They ain't fucking with this raw shit
(They ain't fucking with this raw shit) this shit is happiness
Fucking with this raw shit (fucking with this raw shit), uh, uh, uh

Look, look, they can't fuck with this raw shit
(They can't fuck with this raw shit)
Fuck with this raw shit (they can't fuck with this raw shit)
Ay, ay, you should fuck with this raw shit
(Ay, you should fuck with this raw shit)
You should fuck with this raw shit (they can't fuck with me, nigga)
(Come fuck with this raw shit)

You know what's up nigga
The motherfucking general, nigga
It's L the General, nigga
You know who the fuck it is, nigga
You know my handle, nigga, yeah
Derringer