Lyrics Congratulations - Ciscaux

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