I love my fans, I love my fans I love my motherfuckin' fans Okay (yeah yeah) let's go, let's go You know what I'm sayin', I don't have no keys, but I got keys (yeah yeah) These rap niggas my son (Leesta) Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 drop the swag (they drop 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 (first class) I'm afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (gon' steal that) You dig? Yeah, cash withdraw, blow this bag at Lenox Mall (yeah yeah) Count my money tall, slam dunk on Taco 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 Porsche, jumped in a whip then I went west Ten bands on my wrist and I ain't even rich yet (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Check my bank account, I can pay my rent now (okay okay) Too much water on me, I got Aquafina (yeah) Made some racks, yeah, off a black tee (made some racks) Yeah, I'm in the Hellcat and it's smashing (yeah skrrt skrrt) I got bad bitch, you got trash beats You ain't even got the hoes, you gotta pay them I ain't even have a sit, that shit in the past tense I got water on my wrist, I got water in the sink I ain't playin' with these bands Yeah, I'm playin' with these bands Yeah, got the millions , yeah, spend it on the bags (okay okay) I don't pop no pill, I be poppin' all these tags I got Ferragamo loafers, I feel like a new man 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 (first class) I'm afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (gon' steal that) You dig? (woo) I don't know why he on my dick, my nigga I'm straight (my nigga I'm straight) And yeah, we heard you was a rat, bitch I'ma snake (tsss) 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 whoop my ass and it hurt (no cap) Now I could buy my dad a car, skrrt, skrrt it (no cap) I'ma keep it one hunded 'til I'm in the dirt (no cap, no cap) Ay, rest in peace Lil Peep, bitch that's my twin (yeah that's my twin) We used to rock them shows, but the industry don't like friends (they don't like friends) I got Moncler on my boot, who the fuck is Tim? I dropped 8 racks on my suit, you can ask my friend (mmh) Let's go, I'm on a way to a million, I'm on a way to a million
We love u 2 tracy
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How tf did this not blow up???
I love my fans, I love my fans
I love my motherfuckin' fans
Okay (yeah yeah)
let's go, let's go
You know what I'm sayin', I don't have no keys, but I got keys (yeah yeah)
These rap niggas my son
(Leesta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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 drop the swag (they drop 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 (first class)
I'm afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (gon' steal that)
You dig?
Yeah, cash withdraw, blow this bag at Lenox Mall (yeah yeah)
Count my money tall, slam dunk on Taco 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 Porsche, jumped in a whip then I went west
Ten bands on my wrist and I ain't even rich yet (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Check my bank account, I can pay my rent now (okay okay)
Too much water on me, I got Aquafina (yeah)
Made some racks, yeah, off a black tee (made some racks)
Yeah, I'm in the Hellcat and it's smashing (yeah skrrt skrrt)
I got bad bitch, you got trash beats
You ain't even got the hoes, you gotta pay them
I ain't even have a sit, that shit in the past tense
I got water on my wrist, I got water in the sink
I ain't playin' with these bands
Yeah, I'm playin' with these bands
Yeah, got the millions , yeah, spend it on the bags (okay okay)
I don't pop no pill, I be poppin' all these tags
I got Ferragamo loafers, I feel like a new man
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 (first class)
I'm afraid to drop my song 'cause they gon' steal that (gon' steal that)
You dig? (woo)
I don't know why he on my dick, my nigga I'm straight (my nigga I'm straight)
And yeah, we heard you was a rat, bitch I'ma snake (tsss)
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 whoop my ass and it hurt (no cap)
Now I could buy my dad a car, skrrt, skrrt it (no cap)
I'ma keep it one hunded 'til I'm in the dirt (no cap, no cap)
Ay, rest in peace Lil Peep, bitch that's my twin (yeah that's my twin)
We used to rock them shows, but the industry don't like friends (they don't like friends)
I got Moncler on my boot, who the fuck is Tim?
I dropped 8 racks on my suit, you can ask my friend (mmh)
Let's go, I'm on a way to a million, I'm on a way to a million
This song is a fucking classic
I wonder why he took Kawaii off
Cause he sucks lmao
@@uhrair trueee
rair u ain’t lying
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I don't understand Tracy, he posted a story where the kawaii was in his crib recently
Nigha sounds just like future
Literally no one knows about this song
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Dude Kawaii's verse literally made this song SOOO much better - ppl are so dumb SMH
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PSKYOP right smdh Tracy kept the song chill and kawaii gave it a lul bit of hype
@@grimyboyp3549 yeah it was an epic sad but funny rippp of a verse #rip
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