text: I done came up 
  Bustin down a whole bag 
  Broke nigga, step back 
  Why dont you peep a niggas swag? 
  You aint even gotta ask 
  What are those? What is that? 
  Please dont touch my Raf 
  Please dont touch my Raf 
  Im racked up like rappers 
  Im Raf-d up on camera 
  Get knocked out on camera 
  Squeeze pump like asthma 
  Its 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 Im drippin on racks 
  Rick Owens be the tag 
  Do the digital dash 
  Yeah, Im boastin, never brag 
  Please dont 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 
  Ima buy another bag 
  Cause she always bring it back 
  Yeah, you know how to make it last 
  Plus, a nigga keepin tabs 
  Ima fly first class 
  Quavo hit em with the dab 
  Please dont touch my Raf 
  Ho, dont step on my Raf Simons 
  Ho, dont step on my Raf Simons 
  Ho, dont step on my Raf Simons 
  Do you know how much Im spendin? 
  My closet, it worth bout a milli 
  Took the lil bitch out the runway 
  Now she naked in the kitchen 
  Raf Simons 
  All kind of crazy colors 
  Livin color 
  Left wrist, Rollie butters 
  Maison Margiela my sweater 
  Mama told me never settle 
  Raf Simons, dont lace em 
  Got your bitch, wanna date her 
  Huh? What?
  Dont want em talkin bout the paper
  I swear to God these niggas be haters 
  They be hatin, I feel all the vapors
  Live in cul-de-sac, gon get that lawn
  Ooh, right with my neighbors 
  Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
  Now Atlanta got all different flavors
  Hit that bitch right on with my lightsaber
  Ooh, feel like Darth Vader
  Im a boss so you know I might Wraith you
  Ooh, Raf in my basement 
  Yeah, pass the gas
  But you know that Im gon face it
  Wait, thats the reason that they mad
  Cause Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it, ayy 
  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
  Fuck your bitch once, aint got patience, yeah 
  Fuck your bitch once cause Im famous, yeah
  Put my side bitch in Marc Jacobs, ayy
  Makin them plays with my label
  I get it, I count it, hundred on my table 
  We gon need a bigger table, though
  Need some cable, tired of watchin basic
  Wouldnt sign ya if I had a label
  That designer on a nigga label, fuego
  Down the bottle, still under the limit
  I could buy your bitch just off my debit
  I could buy her, not fuck up my credit
  Aint no executives flexin my blessings
  Aint no middleman cuttin my blessings
  I got all of this flick for the Lords worship
  You aint slammin, got the Aspergers
  Ima drag that nigga, he deserve it
  Ima read his ass like a LaBeija 
  Anna Wintour cool with my mama 
  And its winter fool, need a bomber
  Plate of ravioli at Obamas, right, right, right
  Cant you see Im eating 
  Wrist like ravioli, stuffed with diamonds, right, right?
  We dont have the same problems
  I get Raf Simons cause Im gifted
  That means sometimes I get it and dont even want it
  Give Raf Simons when Im giftin
  That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it 
  Sterling silver lasers 
  Rubies red, my skin too black to blush
  This bitch too rare to bust
  Seen her in the iPhone pages
  This aint on the Gram, Wizard of O-Z
  Parka pockets full of med leaf
  Guap is smelling like it brush teeth
  Say cheese, see the porcelain 
  Xans and water, see swordfish 
  Backwoods all forestry
  Raf draggin on the floor, bitch
  Flamethrower in it, in it 
  Im torchin the road in these Gucci flames 
  Stuck to the pavement, they glued 
  Im two-point-five million a venue
  And twenty-five hundred a tooth 
  Im coatin my lungs in the muddy
  Im cold like Im sick with the flu 
  I cover my face and Im bloody 
  That Spring/Summer 2002, two, two 
  Yeah, please dont touch my Raf
  Sleep in the grass, Teddy
  Sleep with the Teddy
  Quick with the hands, ready 
  Please dont touch my bag
  Please dont touch my Raf
  Shirt off, Im cam ready 
  Deadstock in memory 
  Please dont pop my tag