sound like drugz (with lil flare) [prod 2hi]

Raf Santana - Price of the Brick

Raf Santana - Keep Dancing

Raf Santana - Macbook/Money On Money

Look At Us (prod. Mexikodro)

Trip (prod. Kenzee)

Smoke In The Air (prod. di2axia)

Music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BInK9JGE3Vg
Raf Santana: https://linktr.ee/rafsantana

Fancy (prod. Deshaun)

pretty vampire wanna b lyke m3h. #rocknrollerrrr

2010 rackz (prod. maison)

Up All Night (prod. 2ukko)

Crush (prod. Bounce Kid)

Download & Stream Black Lighter by Raf Sanatana; https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/rafsantana/black-lighter

Produced by Bounce Kid

#rafsantana #blacklighter #ringtones #gothglam

Black Lighter

Bite My Flex (prod. @yvng.once)

https://genius.com/Raf-santana-dark-pink-lyrics

Stream

Dark Pink (prod. Rabi)

American Boy remix by Raf Santana
#gothicglamour #rafsantana #americanboy

American Boy

https://raf-santana.supertape.site/music
@therafsantana
@gothicglamourmuzik

Prod. Seye

Recorded in New York

Lyrics:
Baby, it’s my persona
Every time I step outside I smell like marijuana
I been bad and bougie, I been rockstar in designer
When you see that line up, I bet you gone

Baby, it’s my persona
Every time I step outside I smell like marijuana
I been bad and bougie, I been rocking in designer, yeah

I been so on it and on it for mornings and nights
I don’t know what’s going on, I never get it right
You can hate me all you want shawty
Open that door, you see a hundred grand shawty

I’m outside at another show, I’m always into something
I’m a little lit boy, popping when they want it 
Yeah, big stepper shout out to my plug homie
All up in the club homie, yeah, yeah, yeah what’s up homie

Yeah, we don’t care bout what the fuck they been on
Wake up and the billboard, got too high up
Bout this bag, just move in peace and GIP these hoe’s
I been by my lonely, I been talking to my shadow

Seen a hundred bills, a hundred grand it don’t matter
Dance on the floor baby, show me where you want it at
You’re loyal, babe you know I’m spoiled, bit
You know I sold out yeah, you know I’m a hold out yeah

I been craving, I been craving the most
I been craving, I been craving the most
We’re not alone and you know they still alone

Baby, it’s my persona
Every time I step outside I smell like marijuana
I been bad and bougie, I been rockstar in designer
When you see that line up, I bet you gone

Baby, it’s my persona
Every time I step outside I smell like marijuana
I been bad and bougie, I been rocking in designer

Music Video:
https://youtu.be/JPNPJ768Aa0

Punk

Recorded in 2025
Prod 2ukko

Lyrics:
I been smoking dope, I been with your girl
I been outside living in my own damn world
Banks up, put the ranks up
We ain’t talking boy, you not gone look like me 

I don’t got— I don’t got time for the front
Last ones that premieres in that movie view
Tell that friend we ain’t even gotta talk again
Tell y’all friends I’m exactly what they hate again 

We don’t do true tricks, in Miami, talk
Yeah, racks came in hello and there’s plenty more to show

At the show, at the show
At the night show, hell yeah at the show 

At the show, at the show
At the night show yeah at the show 

I’m a real rider when I come outside
I can’t be lazy lil bitch, hell nah that’s not my type
Only time I’m drawn out, when I’m neck deep in her thigh
I’m a star around the sky, they can catch me at the Essex Hotel

When we tryna show me more, unless it’s known well
I be counting bread, blue and green oh yeah
When you outside, you not in traffic 
All the future in this bitch, it’s in transactions

What they don’t know, I won’t know, no
What they don’t know, they won’t show though
Oh they hate me, let them bite me
Batman with this money, they can’t even get it like me 

I been smoking dope, I been with your girl
I been outside living in my own damn world
Banks up, put the ranks up
We ain’t talking boy, you not gone look like me 

I don’t got— I don’t got time for the front
Last ones that premieres in that movie view
Tell that friend we ain’t even gotta talk again
Tell y’all friends I’m exactly what they hate again 

We don’t do true tricks, in Miami, talk
Yeah, racks came in hello and there’s plenty more to show

At the show, at the show
At the night show, hell yeah at the show 

At the show, at the show
At the night show yeah at the show 

Music Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkD7gP4yi18

#RafSantana #2ukko #GothicGlamourMusic

Essex Hotel

Recorded in 2025
Prod. LoganVVS

Lyrics:
I see them hate in my face
Now I got stars in my face
We in that other place
We got in free and they had to pay

We came in with the team
They got stuck in rain
Our shawties the flyest
They shawties okay

Okay, okay
Okay, okay
We off that diesel smoking
They still stuck on the spray

How many times I gotta say it today
How many stars you wish on today
Woke up, swag on, then I pray  
Cereal with the rosé, everything taste like pussy

Oh yeah, nah we wilding today
Kill my opps today

I said bless my chain today, brand new fresh ahh white tee
Bust that bih today 
I knew it would be hot, cause I brought the heat
Bust that bih today

Bust that bih today
Aye, bust that bih today 

Pull up swag, swag, swag, swag
City on my back
We so focused on that glow
All these signs is bag

We be popping on these bitches, pop it like a collar aye
In and out the state, we move these tunes out just like weight, yeah
I ain’t sorry for the wait
I ain’t sorry for the hate

I ain’t sorry you still sleep
If they finna wake up, let’s wake em’ up 

I said bless my chain today, brand new fresh ahh white tee
Bust that bih today 
I knew it would be hot, cause I brought the heat
Bust that bih today

Bust that bih today
Aye, bust that bih today 

#RafSantana #LoganVVS #GothicGlamour

Today

Recorded in 2024, Paris
Prod. Kenzee

Lyrics:
As the days go on
We not from this…
Dessert storm s***
I wish they could be like…

I had to get the racks up (so serious man)
I had to get it, stand up

Watch ‘em all switch up
Switch up, switch up
Watch ‘em all switch up
Switch up, switch up

Had to come, stand up, the game don’t stop
If the world don’t make no dollars, it don’t make sense to me

I’m tryna match KK like I’m Yeezy
If I climb to high they might freeze me
Club fucked up cause the bands too easy
Step out fresh cause babe it’s my season 

Too many hundred dollar bills in my back pocket
Too many hundred dollar bills in my back pocket 
Of course they watching me
Of course they tryna stop me 

I had to get the racks up
I had to get it, stand up

Watch ‘em all switch up
Switch up, switch up
Watch ‘em all switch up
Switch up, switch up

Had to come, stand up, the game don’t stop
If the world don’t make no dollars, it don’t make sense to me

Too many hundred dollar bills in my back pocket
Too many hundred dollar bills in my back pocket
Of course they watching me
Of course they tryna stop me 

As the days go on…
And more lighters get stuck on my mantel
You gonna see the era’s…
You gonna reminisce

Lighters on my mantel

Recorded yesterday (09/29/2025)
#AudioLP soon

Lyrics:
I can’t go back, that’s never the option   
I’m burnt out, like really so toxic   
I don’t be sharing my soul as a topic   
I’m close to chest and neck like a locket yeah  
  
They wearing all black so I show in red  
Diamonds ain’t white lil shawty they dead  
Hate it or love it I said what I said  
Shawty you love how I take you to bed  
  
I don’t see no one I’m focused on bread  
Call me their baby, I’m giving her head   
Upset if I ghost and nothing was left   
(Tattoo)  
  
Ugh kiss my tattoo, my tat   
Kiss my tattoo yeah, kiss my tat   
Kiss my tattoo yeah, kiss my tat   
Kissing tattoos  
  
I don’t give like no fuck  
I don’t give like no fuck   
I might green I’m toooo high  
I might green I’m toooo fye   
I don’t give like no fuck  
I don’t give like no fuck  
  
She don’t trust no one like me, we not sorry   
Pour up a drink, with me up in the lobby   
Bowery hotel, nights take ‘em off me  
Rambo no ammo, just camo my body  
  
If I go dolo, that money gone spread   
Anthony Bordain, exotic’s my tongue   
We don’t sip lean we get drunk off the rum   

Kiss my tattoo, my tat  
Kiss my tattoo yeah, kiss my tat  
Kiss my tattoo yeah, kiss my tat  
Kiss my tattoo  
  
I don’t give like no fuck  
I don’t give like no fuck   
I might green I’m toooo high  
I might green I’m toooo fye yeah  
I don’t give like no fuck  
 
I can’t go back nah  
Burned out, really so toxic huh  
I don’t be sharing my soul as a topic  
Close to the chest, just like a necklace, yeah just like a locket   
  
I watch her moves, my drink in my hand   
Wishing I could but that’s not the plan  
Love is a crutch, I walk on my hands   
Lost with the world, what can I stand?  
  
I lose all control but no I can stop it   
I’m just a sin that she chase, an option   
I can’t forget that I am the pilot   
I am the one that they drinking with, driving   
 
Kiss my  
Kiss my  
Kiss my tattoos  
  
Kiss my  
Kiss my  
Kiss my tattoos  
  
Kiss my   
Kiss my  
Kiss my tattoos  
  
Kiss my tattoo yeah  
Kiss my tat  

#RafSantana #GothicGlamour #Audio

Kiss Tattoo

Prod. Zivo
Recorded in 2025

Lyrics:
Bih wanna rock let’s go
Bih wanna fuck, I know
Bih wanna get cash money
Bih wanna fly like a ghost 

Baby we got all the dough
Baby it’s all on the floor yeah
Big racks up, I go so punk
They look at me I’m so cold yeah

YSL, new Maison
Big AK, whip damn, go hella
My shooters all dressed in designer
Call up the homie that’s Bam Margiela 

Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe, yeah
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that 
Bitch I get rich and get back in that, yeah

Take all the work in the east, I body they body, they Buffy, they know I’m on go
Had ‘em all stuck when I pearled they weed and I left out that bih with like five of they hoes
Left out a cig, my plug had the Rick, he steppin’ and tipping like Gleesh

Work it, shawty, she working it
She squeeze in me just like a tourniquet 
I don’t give fuck what a juror said 
I don’t give fuck what a hater do

I skate on these bitches like later boo
We worth all the money they paying too
Work it, got a check in the mail
Glossy, they money move slow like a snail

Baby I crush, been pimpin’
We roll on this side like we tripping 

Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe, yeah
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that 
Bitch I get rich and get back in that, yeah

Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe, yeah
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that 
Bitch I get rich and get back in that, yeah

Take all the work man I told y’all
We ain’t care we pull all
We ain’t never gone fold yeah
Keep it a hunnid I told y’all 

Fixed up flexed up yeah 
Fixed up, flex in the club
Yeah I keep that bih jumping
Moon walking bih that’s a dub

Bitch I get ready to die
Bitch i get swaggy, get fly
Make up just like I’m souxsie souxie
Brand new bitch and that’s how we do

Yeah brand new money 
The stellar go getters are all my goons
One of these days we both gon wake up 
But one of us’ll be on the news 

Baby we got all the dough
Baby it’s all on the floor yeah
Big racks up, I go so punk
They look at me I’m so cold yeah

YSL, new Maison
Big AK, whip damn, go hella
My shooters all dressed in designer
Call up the homie that’s Bam Margiela 

Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe, yeah
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that 
Bitch I get rich and get back in that, yeah

Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe, yeah
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that hoe
Bitch I get rich and get back in that 
Bitch I get rich and get back in that, yeah

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjWs_JRYaVU

#RafSantana #GothicGlamour #Zivo

Prod. mp3mp3mp3

Lyrics:

They ain't nothing stopping us
Racks on racks I keep counting up the bucks
Big body Benz and you know that it's stunting
Shout Out YT

The Prada or Celine baby tell me what you want
We got black and tan, feds might shut down the block
These boys want a ring but could never take a shot
They could never take the crown cause I'm too top notch

Cause I'm too top notch
Shawty crazy chop it up
Brand new tattoo
On my ears, got a couple rocks

Pull up to the function, they all scream they all shout
I pull the spliff out they all pull they lighters out
Truey like the jeans but my jeans a couple thou
Swag on sex, I been really serving cunt

Pull up all gloss, black boots like duhh
She saw me in the club, now she wanna eat me up
Shawty tell me I look good and my swag so mean
When I serve it up, she take the plate and lick it clean

Life like a movie, I look good in every scene
Never catch me slipping if you did that's meant to be

I don't run baby, I just reload
In the booth cooking up C3 flows
Lit in real life, Instagram not on my phone
Freestyling in the booth while I watch a tv show

I just know you be mad, you can't even stunt with us
I just know shawty sad, it's not you it must be us
I'm in New York chillin', smoking grabba in a blunt
We the new bloods but my blue flags up

(And the) style can't be copied unless you been to Cibola
Been with SVV's or stole a bag from Cottonwood
In that 505 with a spliff that get you stuck
Came to New York and I just know I'd fuck em up

Yeah, I'd fuck em up
Life like a movie I look good in every scene

These boys want a ring but could never take a shot
They could never take the crown cause I'm too top notch

Top Notch

Prod. Raf Santana

Lyrics: 
These rappers on X, that's my supply
The evidence my residents, you see us all fly

Get money prevalent, we setting a precedent
When I'm in the booth, I'm dropping bombs like a president
Heavy is my weapon when I'm up in they residence
Haters get mad yeah, opps want a settlement, they dayroom

I can't even lie lil shawty, let them hate you
When we at the show let 'em stare, they can't play you
Tryna be queen of the Goth they don't know bout
It's a silly competition, we own now

I got trunk full of smoke, we on the block serving fye
We get poppin' in this hoe, he ain't quite like I
And you know wassup, when we pull up to the club
And you know wassup, when we outside throwing dubs

When I'm in the function, I put my shades on like hell yeah
Club lights and weed smoke, shawty like hell yeah
Snakes with they fangs out, shooters with that fye
Homie we ain't trippin' we understand the life

By the time they see the cages they lay in, I'm famous
They ask me who I hear, when I play on they station
Is it Kanye, Playboi, was it Baby?
R Santana, and the R for really dangerous

They make me make it, how could I fake it?
20 in the shoes, I had to scrap for that cash
To me it ain't basics, that's why it's never tasteless
All up in they playlist like damn, Raf made this

Get money prevalent, we setting a precedent
When I'm in the booth, I'm dropping bombs like a president
Heavy is my weapon when I'm up in they residence
Haters get mad yeah, opps want a settlement, they dayroom

I can't even lie shawty, let them hate you
When we at the show let 'em stare, they can't play you
Tryna be queen of the Goth they don't know bout
It's a silly competition, we own now

When I'm in the function, I put my shades on like hell yeah
Club lights and weed smoke, shawty like hell yeah
Snakes with they fangs out, shooters with that fye
Homie we ain't trippin' we understand the life

Recorded in 2025

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaNjB6JwvkE

Hell Yeah

Unfinished demo from 2023. 

Lyrics:

Front street major
Going off flavor
Me and my brothers
Sisters, parents, uncles and mothers 

I’m hoping that you understand me
Got a bag out in Miami 
Aye yeah popstar, lifestyle is so different
You can’t stop my heart

We just need to be more balanced before we jumpstart
If I text you that I’m good baby, please don’t start
If I text you that I’m good baby, please don’t start
Cause I’m a lone star riding alone

If I had to go on my own, it ain’t nothing to put that bitch on
I’m a lone star riding alone
It ain’t nothing to put that bitch on 
We be rolling, rolling and roam 

And we outside in the scene
And I seen
What they talking bout when you with me
I don’t understand you, fuck you mean

If we breaking bad let me clean cut
Let me wipe out on that pass, let me clean up
Let me get off of my high horse, let me saddle up
Let me show you what it means to be a true one

I can’t give you what you want, just give me two three months
Get myself right
Get me on top
Get me off light

But you ain’t finna wait
Nah you ain’t finna wait 
And I don’t even blame you
Cause why would I wait?

I’m just tryna get in my zone
Tryna climb to the final boss
You can tell it’s finna be cold
Dressed out in all black 

Fire fights in my home 
Get me out on the spot
And we can show you a show
I still made it out on my own 

And the diamond choker looking badass
I don’t wanna hear about yourself
It might as well be a past life now
It might as well be a past life now 

Prod. Lovesick695

My First Song

https://raf-santana.supertape.site/music
@therafsantana
@gothicglamourmuzik

Prod. Zivo & Plenty Guap

Lyrics (original version):
This what they been on
This what they been telling
Boy it ain’t no spell on me 
Parking lot in their poetry 

But if I fold then God won’t know, I’m sipping with a cigarette 
When they show me what I did, I tell em boy it’s no regrets 
And I tell em I ain’t giving up for nada, for who?
Put ‘em on the scene, I’m in deep baggage too

I can’t stop until I’m cold, until I’m on the floor 
Till the chains get too heavy, put ‘em on 
I let bass talk homie, yeah but that action 
Love, it comes with all the lust making them distractions 

It’s too hard out here for a pimp, I’m a thug
Come outside with the brand new, I got the yuh
Waking up next to someone sharing love 
Tryna get me off my trap baby that’s a dub 

I like how they see all your details in my skull
Used to being closed off, I’ll never show

This that parking lot poetry 
Yeah shawty, know it’s me 
When I come outside I’m on my way
I hope you notice me 

Tug on all the strings I tune
This been holding me 
Never coming back
That’s why I need you close to me

Tell me what’s up 
Tell me what’s up 
Is we friends or …
What’s up?

If I had to tell exactly how I feel 
You probably know me way better than myself 
All the words that I write, all the tells 
All the trophies that I’d give for your health 

You act like you don’t know, but I know you know it well
I’m so tempted just to tell on

This my parking lot poetry 
Yeah shawty, know it’s me 
When I come outside I’m on my way
I hope you notice me 

Tug on all the strings I tune
This been holding me 
Never coming back
That’s why I need you close to me

Raf Santana

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