[Chorus: Rocky & Playboi Carti] I done up (yuh) Bustin' down a bag (bag) nigga, step back (what) Why don't you peep a swag (yuh) You don't even ask (for what?) What are those? What is (For y'all) don't touch my Raf (Please don't touch my Raf) Please touch my Raf (what)
[Verse 1: Rocky] I'm racked up rappers I'm Raf'd up on Get out on camera pump like asthma It's Raf when I wear Raf Bare Raf when I Raf Might invest some Raf shares Lil still share Raf Yeah and I'm on racks Owens be the tag Do the dash I'm boastin', never brag Please don't my Raf Bought a Van Assche Alessandra glasses W. Anderson Yeah, she pop it a mac Yeah, she it on the bag I'ma buy bag she always bring it back Yeah, you know how to make it Plus a keepin' tabs I'ma fly first Quavo hit 'em the dab don't touch my Raf Simons
[Verse 2: Ho, don't on my Raf Simons Ho, don't step on my Raf Ho, don't on my Raf Simons Do you know how much I'm My closet 'bout a milli the lil' bitch to the runway Now she naked in the Raf All kind of colors Livin' Left wrist, butter (ice) Maison my sweater (Margiela) Mama told me settle (mama!) Raf Simons, lace 'em Got your bitch wanna him
3: Lil Uzi Vert] Huh? Don't 'em talkin' 'bout the paper I swear to God niggas be haters be hatin', I feel out the vapors Live in cul-de-sac, get that lawn Ooh, right my neighbors Diamonds on my and Rollie on Now got all different flavors Hit that bitch, I'm my Life Savers Oooh, feel like Darth I'm a boss so you know I Wraith you Ooh, Raf in my Yeah, the gas Bet you know that I'm face it Wait, that's the that they mad 'Cause Lil Uzi, yeah he it Yeah, I that Raf 'fore I made it Yeah, I wore that Raf I made it Yeah, got Raf all in my basement Yeah, fuck these once they got patience Yeah, fuck bitches once 'cause I'm famous Yeah, put my side bitch in Marc Ayy, them plays with my Lego I get it, I count it, on my table