I Love My Fans - Lil Tracy

These rap niggas my son

L-L-Leesta

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

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 was 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

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

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 second 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 hunnid '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

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

I love my fans, I love my fans

I love my mother fucking fans

Yea, I love my mother fucking fans

I love my mother fucking fans

I love my mother fucking fans