I done came up, bustin' down the whole bag Broke my step back, want some people, we can swag He ain't even gotta ask, what are those with his dad? Please don't touch my racks, please don't touch my racks I'm racked up like rappers, I'm wrapped up on camera Get knocked out on camera, squeeze pump like asthma It's Red Raph when I wear Raphs, bare Raph when I wear Raphs Might invest into some rap shits, look, still share Raphs And I'm drippin' on Raphs, Rick gon' be the tag Do the digital dab, yeah I'm boastin' up a brag Please don't touch my racks, oh the Chris Van Ness Alessandra Gucci glasses, the W Henderson 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 and plus I'm keepin' tabs I'ma fly first class, wave will hit him with the dab Please don't touch my racks 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, it worth bout a million, took a lil bitch 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 sell them, Raph Simmons don't lace them Got you, wanna date him Huh, wait, don't wanna talkin' bout the papers I swear to God these got these behaviors They be hatin', I feel all the vapors Livin' in corners, I don't get a lot Ooh, ride with my neighbors Diamonds on my neck, I roll it on Now I let her got underbite flavors Hit that bitch right on with my lightsabers Ooh, feel that Dolph Higgins I'm a boss, you know I'm not a rapist 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 bitchy ones, they got patience Yeah, get bitchy ones, 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 Stonin' silver lasers Rubies red, my skin too black to blush It's too red to brush Send 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 brushed teeth Say cheese, see the porcelain Sands and water, see swordfish Backwoods off Fourth Street Raph draggin' on the floor, bitch Flame, Thor in it I'm torturing the road in these Gucci flames Stuck to the pavement, they glued I'm 2.5 million, the venue in 2,500 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 That's spring, summer 2002 Yeah, please don't touch my Raph 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 Raph Shirt off, I'm cam-ready Death start in memory Please don't pop my tab Please don't pop my tab