RAF (Explicit)

RAF (Explicit) - A$AP Mob/A$AP Rocky/PLAYBOI CARTI/Quavo/Lil Uzi Vert/Frank Ocean

Written by：Rakim Mayers/David Cunningham/Jordan Carter/Frank Ocean/Quavious Marshall/Symere Woods

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 niggas 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 niggas 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

'Cause Lil Uzi yeah he made it yeah

I wore that Raf 'fore I made it yeah

I wore that Raf 'fore I made it yeah

Got that Raf all in my basement yeah

F**k your b**ch once ain't got patience yeah yeah

F**k your b**ch once 'cause I'm famous yeah

Put my side b**ch in Marc Jacobs ayy

Makin' them plays with my label

I get it I count it hundred on my table yeah

We gon' need a bigger table though

Need some cable tired of watchin' basic

Wouldn't sign ya if I had a label

That designer on a ni**a label fuego

Down the bottle still under the limit

I could buy your b**ch just off my debit

I could buy her not f**k up my credit

Ain't no executives flexin' my blessings

Ain't no middleman cut in my blessings

I got all of this flick for the Lord's worship

You ain't slammin' got the Asperger's

I'ma drag that ni**a he deserve it

I'ma read his a** like a LaBeija

Anna Wintour cool with my mama

And it's winter fool need a bomber

Plate of ravioli at Obama's right right right

Can't you see I'm eating what's poppin'

Mix the ravioli stuffed with diamonds right right

We don't have the same problems

I get Raf Simons 'cause I'm gifted

That means sometimes I get it and don't even want

Give Raf Simons when I'm giftin'

That means sometimes I give it you know that you want it

Sterling silver lasers yessir

Rubies red my skin too black to blush

This b**ch too rare to bust

Seen her in the iPhone pages

This ain't on the Gram Wizard of OZ

Parka pockets full of mint leave

Guap is smelling like it brush teeth

Say cheese see the porcelain

Sand and water see swordfish

Backwoods all forestry

Raf draggin' on the floor b**ch

Flame thrower in it in it

I'm torchin' the road in these Gucci flames

Stuck to the pavement they glued

I'm two-point-five million a venue

And twenty-five hundred a tooth

I'm coatin' my lungs in the muddy

I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu

I cover my face and I'm bloody

That Spring/Summer 2002

Two two two two yeah

Please don't touch my Raf

Sleep in the grass Teddy

Sleep with the Teddy

Quick with the hands ready

Please don't touch my bag

Please don't touch my Raf

Shirt off I'm cam ready

Deadstock in memory

Please don't pop my tag