"DON'T TOUCH" lyrics

Bomber jacket I'm rocking they think it's from Balenciaga
I done got this shit from army surplus but I mix that Prada
Pockets anorexic, say you ate that track I'm thinking Nada
Rick Owens I'm stepping only geos turn the floor to lava

Don't touch, don't touch, don't step to me
Don't touch, don't touch, 94 degrees
Don't touch, don't touch, don't step to me
Don't touch, don't touch, you get first degrees
Don't touch, don't touch, don't step to me
Don't touch, don't touch, 94 degrees
Don't touch, don't touch, don't step to me
Don't touch, don't touch, you get first degrees

Woah, huh, woah, huh, woah, huh
Woah, huh, woah, huh, woah, huh
Woah, huh, woah
Woah, huh, woah, huh, woah, huh
Woah, huh, woah, huh, woah, huh
Woah, huh, woah

Don't snatch my fucking chain
Custom pendant purple haze
Get the fuck out my way
Yeat that motherfuckers face
We do not come to play
Designer stomping every lame
(Are those fucking tires?)
Yeah, bitch, these defenders mane
These fuckers don't know fashion
Rocking pro club kinda tragic
If you asking 'bout the drip people be wearing in west Auckland
Kinda ratchet, need no captions
They just put a siren jam onto they story, that's some magic
I don't give a fuck about these whores I'm on Drizzy status, I'm the goat
And I'm bringing .685 wit me, 'cause we the fucking A Team
Posted wit my bruddas, all my usos going brazy
Poly excellence, they say be "Humble", I said "Maybe"
(Shut the fuck up, bitch)

Don't touch, don't touch, don't step to me
Don't touch, don't touch, 94 degrees
Don't touch, don't touch, don't step to me
Don't touch, don't touch, you get first degrees
Don't touch, don't touch, don't step to me
Don't touch, don't touch, 94 degrees
Don't touch, don't touch, don't step to me
Don't touch, don't touch, you get first degrees