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I love my fans, I love my fans Yeah
I love my motherfuckin' fans Yeah, yeah
Okay Yeah-Yeah
Let's go, let's go Yuh, okay-okay
You know what I'm sayin', I don't have no kids, but I do got kids Yeah
These rap niggas my son
L-L-Leesta
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus: 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 It's 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 yo' dad
I'm eatin' filet mignon, I'm sittin' in first class In first class
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 sucked my dick, you gave her a kiss, boy, you a mess Boy, you a mess
Jumped off the porch, jumped in the whip, then I went West
Ten bands on my wrist, and I ain't even rich yet
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Verse 2: Lil Kawaii
Check my bank account, I can pay my rent now Okay, okay
Too much water on me, I got Aquafina Yeah
Made some rackys off a black tee Racky, rack
Yeah, I'm in the Hellcat and it's smashing Skrt, skrt-skrt
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 a cent, that shit in the past tense Okay, okay
I got water on my wrist, I got water in the sink
I ain't playin' with these bitches
Yeah, I'm playin' with these bands
Yeah, got them hundos, yeah, spend it on a bag Okay
I don't pop no pill, I be poppin' all these tags
I got Ferragamo loafers, I feel like a new man Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Chorus: 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 eatin' filet mignon, I'm sittin' in first class In first class
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 nigga I'm straight
And yeah, we heard you was a rat, bitch, I'ma snake Sss
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 like 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 Skrt
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 and skrt-skrt No cap
I'ma keep it one hunded 'til I'm in the dirt No cap, no cap
Ayy, rest in peace Lil Peep, bitch that's my twin Yeah, that 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 Timb
I dropped eight 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