[Intro: Lil Tracy]
I love my fans, I love my fans
I love my motherf**in' fans
Okay
Let's go, let's go
You know what I'm sayin', I don't have no keys, but I do got the keys
These rap n***as my son
(Leesta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
I love my fans, without my fans I wouldn't be sh** (I love my fans)
I got Balmain right on my a**, it's so expensive (so expensive)
We got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (yeah, yeah)
These n***as lame, they wouldn't be rich if I didn't exist (on God)
Why the f** these b**h a** n***as jock the swag? (they jock my swag)
I can't be mad, this little kid wan' be like his dad (b**h I'm your dad)
I'm eatin' filet mignon, I'm sittin' in first cla** (first cla**)
I'm afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (gon' steal that)
Ya-dig
[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Cash withdraw, blowin' this bag at Lenox Mall (yeah, yeah)
Count my money tall, slam dunk on Tacko Fall (yeah)
I'ma grind 'til I fall like my dad with Tony Hawk (Okay)
Christian Dior jeans, I don't think he can afford these (Okay, okay)
I'm drippin' in sauce, I'm drippin' in sauce, I'm like a chef (I'm drippin' in sauce)
She s**ed my dick, you gave her a kiss, boy, you a mess (boy, you a mess)
Jumped off the Porsche, jumped in a whip, then I went west
Ten bands on my wrist and I ain't even rich yet
[Verse 2: Lil Kawaii]
Check my bank account, I can pay my rent now
Too much water on me, I got Aquafina
Made some rackys off a black tee
Yeah, I'm in the Hellcat and it's smashing
I got bad b**h, you got trash beats
You ain't even got a house, how you got a patek
I ain't even have to sit, that sh** in the past tense
I got water on my wrist, I got water in the sink
I ain't playin' with these b**hes
Yeah, I'm playin' with these bands
Yeah, got the hundos, yeah, spend it on the bags
I don't pop no pill, I be poppin' all these tags
I got Ferragamo loafers, I feel like a new man
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
I love my fans, without my fans I wouldn't be sh** (I love my fans)
I got Balmain right on my a** it's so expensive (so expensive)
We got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (yeah, yeah)
These n***as lame, they wouldn't be rich if I didn't exist (on God)
Why the f** these b**h a** n***as jock the swag (they jock my swag)
I can't be mad, this little kid wanna be like his dad (b**h I'm your dad)
I'm eatin' filet mignon, I'm sittin' in first cla** (first cla**)
I'm afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (gon' steal that)
Ya-dig
[Verse 2: Lil Tracy]
I don't know why he on my dick, my n***a I'm straight
And yeah, we heard you was a rat, b**h I'ma snake
I got ice and I got dough, I got some cake (uh, yeah)
I love splurgin' my stack at home the bank (let's go)
Hold up, jumped inside a Porsche, I'm ridin' my horse today (yeehaw)
I swear that boy be in the booth, what would Tracy say (okay)
I work so hard, I work so hard, my album on the way (it's on the way!)
I play so hard, I drive that whip just like I'm in a race (skrrt)
I was bad when I was a kid, now I'm worse (yeah, no cap)
My dad used to whip my a** and it hurt (no cap)
Now I could buy my dad a car, skrrt, skrrt (no cap)
I'ma keep it one hunded 'til I'm in the dirt (no cap, no cap)
Ay, rest in peace Lil Peep, b**h that's my twin (yeah that's my twin)
We used to rock them shows, but the industry don't like friends
I got Moncler on my boot, who the f** is Tim?
I dropped 8 racks on my suit, you can ask my friend
Let's go, I'm on a way to a billion, I'm on a way to a million
Yeah