I Love My Fans

[Lil Tracy:]
I love my fans, I love my fans
I love my motherfucking fans
Okay
Let's go, let's go
You know what I'm saying, I don't have no keys, but I do got the keys
These rap niggas my son
(Leesta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I love my fans, without my fans I wouldn't be shit (I love my fans)
I got Balmain right on my ass, it's so expensive (so expensive)
We got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (yeah, yeah)
These niggas lame, they wouldn't be rich if I didn't exist (on God)
Why the fuck these bitch ass niggas jock the swag? (they jock my swag)
I can't be mad, this little kid wan' be like his dad (bitch I'm your dad)
I'm eating filet mignon, I'm sitting in first class (first class)
I'm afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (gon' steal that)
Ya-dig

Cash withdraw, blowing 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 dripping in sauce, I'm dripping in sauce, I'm like a chef (I'm dripping in sauce)
She sucked 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

[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 bitch, you got trash beats
You ain't even got a house, how you got a patek
I ain't even have to sit, that shit in the past tense
I got water on my wrist, I got water in the sink
I ain't playing with these bitches
Yeah, I'm playing with these bands
Yeah, got the hundos, yeah, spend it on the bags
I don't pop no pill, I be popping all these tags
I got Ferragamo loafers, I feel like a new man

[Lil Tracy:]
I love my fans, without my fans I wouldn't be shit (I love my fans)
I got Balmain right on my ass it's so expensive (so expensive)
We got champagne, one sip cost more than your rent (yeah, yeah)
These niggas lame, they wouldn't be rich if I didn't exist (on God)
Why the fuck these bitch ass niggas jock the swag (they jock my swag)
I can't be mad, this little kid wanna be like his dad (bitch I'm your dad)
I'm eating filet mignon, I'm sitting in first class (first class)
I'm afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (gon' steal that)
Ya-dig

I don't know why he on my dick, my nigga I'm straight
And yeah, we heard you was a rat, bitch I'ma snake
I got ice and I got dough, I got some cake (uh, yeah)
I love splurging my stack at home the bank (let's go)
Hold up, jumped inside a Porsche, I'm riding 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 ass 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, bitch 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 fuck 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