Album Name

RAF (Feat. A$AP Rocky, Playboi Carti, Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert & Frank Ocean)

Artist

A$AP Mob

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2017.05.31

Release Agency

Sony Music

RAF (Feat. A$AP Mob feat. A$AP Rocky, Playbo... - A$AP Mob
I done came up yuh
Bustin' down a whole bag bag
Broke nigga step back for what
Why don't you peep
a nigga's swag yuh
You don't even gotta ask for what
What are those
What is that for y'all
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
Alessandra Gucci glasses
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 nigga 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 woo
Do you know how much
I'm spendin' huh woo
My closet it worth
'bout a milli milli yeah yeah
Took the lil' bitch
to 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 bitch wanna date him woo
Huh Wait
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
Woo right with my neighbors yeah
Diamonds on my neck and Rollie on
Now Atlanta got all
different flavors
Hit that bitch right
I'm with my Life Savers
Woo feel like Darth Vader
I'm a boss so you know
I might Wraith you
Woo 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
Fuck your bitch once
I got patience yeah yeah
Fuck your bitch once
'cause I'm 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 yeah
Sterling silver lasers yessir
Rubies redmy skin
too black to blush
This bitch 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
Xans and water see swordfish
Backwoods all forestry
Raf draggin' on the floor bitch
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 Pendergrass 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