[Intro: Lil Tracy & Lil Kawaii]
(Skressin')
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 3: 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
