Lil Tracy - I Love My Fans lyrics

[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