Raf Tee lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, my Raf Simons tee way older than me
You can't ride with me
I got a ARP on my right hand side sittin' in the passenger seat
Most of these n*ggas tryna be like me
Tryna steal my swag, can't do it like me
I'm with a PYT, I ain't even passin' this freak, huh
Every time I shop I don't need a receipt
I spent a whole bag on these jeans
Yeah, all my hoes on fleek
All my hoes so chic, they European
I rock a Rick Owens cloak
b*tch, I'm hidin', you'll never see me
I gotta switch my flow, I gotta switch my flow up, huh
I gotta switch my ho, I gotta switch my ho up, huh
I'm on top of New York, b*tch, I'm out in SoHo, huh
I just spent a whole dub on somе brand new clothes, huh
Thesе n*ggas not my bros, nah, I can't let 'em close, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, I got the plug on the phone, huh, he said he got a load in
I got a hundred round drum on this stick, I'm not reloadin'
I pull out the nine, disappear
I'm the top floor boss, I'm not no ghost, b*tch
Most of my b*tches got black nails, huh
They all on some vamp shi', huh
And she got a tramp stamp, huh
That b*tch say, "Destroy Lonely"
I got a bad ass b*tch tryna come in the spot then f*ck on all my homies
Yeah, I'm way too cold, I might need a jacket, I got all my ice on me
I'm online, b*tch, but I'm not hackin', I'm just buyin' clothes
Most of these n*ggas, they green as f*ck
I'm slimy, I get over
I had to pour up in a Pellegrino, b*tch, I ain't got no soda
Yeah, and I got the M's all on my phone, but this ain't no Motorola
I f*ck her and bend her over, then call her best friend over
I'm higher than the Mars rover
Every time I wake up I let the Givenchy cover my shoulders
And she ain't sneeze, but I'ma bless this b*tch 'cause she a soldier
b*tch, she ride that di*k like a soldier
I put ice on, get a lil' colder
Might be nice, n*gga, I don't even know you
Copy twice, n*gga, I gotta show you
I gotta show you, how this FN work
I gotta show this b*tch, I get racks and make money twerk
These n*ggas ain't on sh*t
They just cappin', I'm rich for real
I got a brand new pint in, the Wockhardt, I'm crackin' the seal
And I only pop rubber bands, I don't even pop no percocet pills
Your b*tch give me mop but you gon' need a mop for the drip I spill
I'm on a kill streak, got more than a UAV, I'm a fashion killer
These n*ggas hate on me and they all in my way, I think I'ma have to kill 'em
I ain't even tryna eat, got too much on my plate I have to deal with
Most of these n*ggas, they sweet as f*ck
Gon' shoot 'em up with penicillin
[Chorus]
Yeah, my Raf Simons tee way older than me
You can't ride with me
I got a ARP on my right hand side sittin' in the passenger seat
Most of these n*ggas tryna be like me
Tryna steal my swag, can't do it like me
I'm with a PYT, I ain't even passin' this freak, huh
Every time I shop I don't need a receipt
I spent a whole bag on these jeans
Yeah, all my hoes on fleek
All my hoes so chic, they European
I rock a Rick Owens cloak
b*tch, I'm hidin', you'll never see me
I gotta switch my flow, I gotta switch my flow up, huh
I gotta switch my ho, I gotta switch my ho up, huh
I'm on top of New York, b*tch, I'm out in SoHo, huh
I just spent a whole dub on some brand new clothes, huh
The n*ggas not my bros, nah, I can't let 'em close, huh