Uh, ayy, yo I said fuck a runner-up, I'm finna run it up right now Said she wanna fuck, asked her, "When the fuck?" Right now See, I'm living presidential like this was the white house Visiting for a week, now she addicted to the lifestyle Fuck a speedometer, race in front of the officers Ain't nobody coming close, hot breaking thermometers Model bitch in the passenger, says she think I'm a bachelor But these bands are so accurate, she gon' fuck me on camera I got ninety-nine problеms and a bitch in every one of 'еm Five black sedans and a blick in every one of 'em Asking where I stand, but they ain't asking what I'm runnin' from You claim to be my main, but you ain't there when the fun is up Fucking give Chrome Hearts a visit, bitch, I'm with Astrus, just chillin' We goin' through so many bottles, getting tired of sippin' Address me as your superior, different color interior Gettin' commas like a run-on sentence, period Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) The world is yours