I done came up yuh ooh

Bustin' down a whole bag bag

Broke ni**a step back for what

Why don't you peep a ni**a's swag yuh

You don't even gotta ask for what

What are those

What is that yuh

Please don't touch my Raf please don't touch my Raf

Please don't touch my Raf for what

I'm racked up like rappers

I'm Raf'd up on camera

Get knocked out on camera

Squeeze pump like asthma

It's rare Raf when I wear Raf

Bare Raf when I wear Raf

Might invest into some Raf shares

Lil ni**as still share Raf

Yeah and I'm drippin' on racks

Rick Owens be the tag

Do the digital dash

Yeah I'm boastin' never brag

Please don't touch my Raf

Bought a Kris Van Assche

Alessandro Gucci glasses

J.W. Anderson collab

Yeah she pop it like a mac

Yeah she drop it on the bag

I'ma buy another bag

'Cause she always bring it back

Yeah you know how to make it last

Plus a ni**a keepin' tabs

I'ma fly first class

Quavo hit 'em with the dab

Please don't touch my Raf

Ho don't step on my Raf Simons yah Raf

Ho don't step on my Raf Simons uh Raf

Ho don't step on my Raf Simons ooh

Do you know how much I'm spendin' huh ooh

My closet it worth 'bout a milli milli yeah yeah

Took the lil' b**ch out the runway yah uh

Now she naked in the kitchen uh

Raf Simons ayy

All kind of crazy colors ayy ayy

Livin' color colors

Left wrist Rollie butters ice

Maison Margiela my sweater Margiela

Mama told me never settle mama

Raf Simons don't lace 'em it's Raf

Got your b**ch wanna date him ooh

Huh what

Don't want 'em talkin' 'bout the paper

I swear to God these ni**as be haters yah

They be hatin' I feel all the vapors

Live in cul-de-sac gon' get that lawn

Ooh right with my neighbors yeah

Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on

Now Atlanta got all different flavors

Hit that b**ch right on with my lightsaber

Ooh feel like Darth Vader

I'm a boss so you know I might Wraith you

Ooh Raf in my basement yeah

Yeah pass the gas

Bet you know that I'm gon' face it

Wait that's the reason that they mad