I done came up, bustin' down a whole bag Broke, broke a step back, want some peep-peep swag He ain't even gotta ask, what are those with his dad? Please don't touch my rack, please don't touch my rack I'm racked up like rappers, I'm rapped up on camera Get knocked out on camera, squeeze pump like asthma It's Red Raph when I wear Raph, bare Raph when I wear Raph Might invest into some rap shit, look, still share Raph And I'm drippin' on Raph, brick on and be the top Do the diss, you do the dab, yeah I'm boastin' never brag Please don't touch my rack, oh the Chris Van Ness Alessandra Gucci glasses, the W. Anderson collab Yeah she pop it like a mag, yeah she drop it on the bag I'ma buy another bag, cause she always bring it back Yeah she know how to make it last, plus she keepin' tabs I'ma fly first class, Wave will hit him with the dab Please don't touch my rack Don't step on my Raph Simmons, don't step on my Raph Simmons Don't step on my Raph Simmons, do you know how much I'm spendin'? My closet is worth bout a million, took a lil' n***a out the runway Now she naked in the kitchen, Raph Simmons All kinda crazy colors, livin' color Left wrist, roll it butter, make some Margiela my sweater Mama told me never settle, Raph Simmons, don't lace him Got you, you wanna date him Huh, what? Don't wanna talkin' bout the papers I swear to God these got these behaviors They be hatin', I feel all the vapors Livin' corner sack, don't get along Ooh, ride with my neighbors Diamonds on my neck, I roll it on Now I let her got under me flavors Hit that bitch right on with my last seven Ooh, feel that Dolph Higgins I'm a boss, you know I'm Irifus Ooh, Raph in my basement Yeah, pass the gas But you know that I'm gon' face it Wait, that's the reason that they mad Cut Lil Uzi, yeah, he made it Yeah, I wore that Raph while I made it Yeah, I wore that Raph while I made it Yeah, got that Raph all in my basement Yeah, get bitch once, they got patience Yeah, get bitch once, cause I'm famous Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Jacob Ayy, makin' a place with my label I get it, I count it, hunnid on my table We gon' need a bigger table though Need some paper, tired of watchin' basic Wouldn't sign you if I had a label That designer on a n***a label fuego Donner bottle still under the limit I could buy your n***a just off my debit I could buy her n***a with my credit Ain't no executives flexin' my blessings Ain't no middleman cuttin' my blessings I got all of this fig for the Lord Worship you, ain't slammin' Got the Oz burgers, I'ma dread it He deserve it I'ma read his ass like LaBeija And I went to court with my momma And this winter fool need Obama Played a ravioli at Obama's ride, ride, ride Get your C.I.M.E. Wrist like ravioli, stuffed with diamonds, ride, ride We don't have the same problems I get Raf Simons cause I'm gifted That means sometimes I give it, I don't even want it Get Raf Simons when I'm gifted That means sometimes I give it, you know that you want it Sterling silver lenses Lakeland, that's all Rubies red, my skin too black to blush It's too red to bust Seen it on the iPhone pages The saint on the ground, wizard of O.Z. Pocket pockets full of mint leaves Wipe it smellin' like it brush teeth Say cheese, see the porcelain Scents and water, see swordfish Backwoods off 4th Street Raf dragging on the floor, bitch Flame, Thor, in it, in it I'm torching the road in these Gucci flames Stuck to the pavement, they glued I'm 2.5 million, the venue in 2500 or two I'm cold and my lungs in the muddy I'm cold like I'm sick with the flu I cover my face and I'm bloody Let's break summer 2002, 2, 2 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 Left stock in, memory Please don't pop my tag