RAF lyrics

[Verse]
b*tches on me like designer
All of my b*tches they finer
Gucci on me with the tiger
Smoking that weed I get higher
f*cking that b*tch till I’m tired
Sippin on lean apple cider
Got lost in my drank had to find her
Nut in her eye b*tch I blind her
f*ckin three b*tches like trilogy
Call me The Weeknd that’s literally
She spin on my di*k like she fidgeting
But we respecting women and that’s chivalry
3 diamond chains like the Migos
Ball like Steve Nash with the free throw
b*tches on me it’s a curse
But I got that bag it’s secured

[Hook]
I got the raf
I got the raf
Like I’m A$AP
Counting up racks
(x4)