I Love My Fans (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Tracy & Lil Kawaii]
(Skressin')
I love my fans, I love my fans (Yeah)
I love my motherf*ckin' 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 n*ggas my son
(L-L-Leesta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
I love my fans, without my fans I wouldn't be sh*t (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 n*ggas lame, they wouldn't be rich if I didn't exist (On God)
Why the f*ck these b*tch ass n*ggas jock the swag? (They jock my swag)
I can't be mad, this little kid wan' be like his dad (b*tch, 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 di*k, 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 b*tch, you got trash beats
You ain't even got a house, how you got a Patek
I ain't even have a cent, that sh*t in the past tense (Okay, okay)
I got water on my wrist, I got water in the sink
I ain't playin' with these b*tches
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 sh*t (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 n*ggas lame, they wouldn't be rich if I didn't exist (On God)
Why the f*ck these b*tch ass n*ggas jock the swag (They jock my swag)
I can't be mad, this little kid wanna be like his dad (b*tch, 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 di*k, my n*gga I'm straight
And yeah, we heard you was a rat, b*tch, 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, b*tch 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 f*ck 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