ASAP Mob – Raf (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Playboi Carti, Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert & Frank Ocean)

I’ma fly first class
Yeah and I’m drippin’ on racks
I done came up (yuh)
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Deadstock in memory
Lil niggas still share Raf
Do the digital dash

Wait, that’s the reason that they mad
(For y’all) What are those? What is that?
Might invest into some Raf shares
Yeah she pop it like a mac
Get knocked out on camera
Ooh, right with my neighbors
Huh? Wait
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
[Verse 4: Frank Ocean]
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Rick Owens be the tag
Bought a Kris Van Assche
And twenty-five hundred a tooth
Please don’t touch my bag

Live in cul-de-sac, gon’ get that lawn

Yeah, fuck these bitches once I got patience
Anderson collab W.
Sleep Pendergrass, Teddy
Backwoods all forestry
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
I’m a boss so you know I might Wraith you
Now Atlanta got all different flavors
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it

Please don’t pop my tag
‘Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he made it
Broke nigga, step back (what)
Livin’ color (Colors)
I get it, I count it, hundred on my table
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
I’m torchin’ the road in these Gucci flames
Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
Momma told me never settle (Momma)
All kind of crazy colors (Aye, aye)
Don’t want ’em talkin’ ’bout the paper
Oooh, feel like Darth Vader
Please don’t touch my Raf
Xans and water, see swordfish
I’m coatin’ my lungs in the muddy
This ain’t on the Gram, Wizard of OZ
I’m cold like I’m sick with the flu
Raf draggin’ on the.. floor, bitch
Parka pockets full of mint leave
Shirt off, I’m cam ready
Please don’t touch my Raf
Please don’t touch my Raf (what)
Sleep with the Teddy
Seen her in the iPhone pages
Please don’t touch my Raf Simons
Yeah you know how to make it last
Bare Raf when I wear Raf
Rubies red,my skin too black to blush
Hit that bitch right, I’m with my Life Savers
Yeah, I wore that Raf ‘fore I made it
Say cheese, see the porcelain
Quavo hit ’em with the dab
Yeah pass the gas
Yeah, got that Raf all in my basement
Raf Simons, don’t lace ’em (Raf)
Bet you know that I’m gon’ face it
I’ma buy another bag
Ayy, makin’ them plays with my label
I’m racked up like rappers
Ooh, Raf in my basement
Why don’t you peep a nigga’s swag (yuh)
It’s rare Raf when I wear Raf
Alessandra Gucci glasses
I’m Raf’d up on camera
Flame thrower in it, in it
Plus a nigga keepin’ tabs
Got your bitch wanna date him (Ooh)
Please don’t touch my Raf (Please don’t touch my Raf)
Do you know how much I’m spendin’? (Woo)
Please don’t touch my Raf
Yeah I’m boastin’, never brag
My closet it worth ’bout a milli (Yeah, yeah)
Maison Margiela my sweater (Margiela)
Squeeze pump like asthma
Quick with the hands, ready
Took the lil’ bitch to the runway
Left wrist, Rollie butter (Ice)
Yeah, fuck these bitches once ’cause I’m famous
This bitch too rare to bust
Raf Simons (Aye)
Now she naked in the kitchen (Ooh)
You don’t even gotta ask (for what?)
I cover my face and I’m bloody
Bustin’ down a whole bag (bag)
Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs
Hoe, don’t step on my Raf Simons (Raf)
Sterling silver lasers (yessir)
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
‘Cause she always bring it back
That Spring/Summer 2002
They be hatin’, I feel all the vapors
I’m two-point-five million a venue
Yeah she drop it on the bag
Two, two, two, two, yeah
I swear to God these niggas be haters
Stuck to the pavement, they glued