East Coast

[A$AP Ferg:]
Yeah, everyone 'bout to open this shit up
Everyone, open this fucking shit up
Yeah, Constantine

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it
This the children of the sewer, finally winning music
This confessions of a lord, I've been sinning music
The rap book is my Bible, just repent through it

I jump in the whip and say "ooh, it's my shit" and I tell 'em to turn it up
Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit and I tell 'em to run it up
This is Mr. Trap Lord, I'ma go until the sun is up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run til I fuck it up

[A$AP Ferg (Remy Ma):]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka (hahahahahahahaha)
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka (Remy Ma)

[Remy Ma:]
And it's 0-1, now, run it up
Got my face beat, hair done it up
I go bad on 'em, drop bags on 'em
Got a tab, bitch; tell 'em run it up
I spaz on 'em, I gun 'em up
Said I'm too smart, gotta dumb it up
Dead in the middle of Little Italy
They ain't know Remy really could just Pun it up
On IG, you thumb it up
But in real life, you bum it up
You're on nothing, you so fronting
You Joe Budden, you pump it up
See, these hoes be lucking up
Try to be down, they sucking up
I go nuts, I mean peak on
Turn the beat on and I fuck it up
The bar's low, I brung it up
And y'all hoes just stunk it up
I been one, you been done
You been shoulda just hung it up
You was hating when I was coming up
You fake bitch, you need to woman up
You a wack bitch, you a rat bitch
And I'm that bitch, just to sum it up

[A$AP Ferg:]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka

Yeah
Threw it through the ceiling, threw a nigga off the pillar
Now I killed him, they ain't never found out
Fuck what you feeling, Trap Lord in the building
With the lords and they with it right now
Pull up on them niggas like "skrrt" in a Merc
And I jerked see the bad man coming
Talkin for niggas saved up and the pump had the rest of them bad boys running
Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up and get knuck if you buck if you thugging
Jump if you ready to fuck a nigga up cause he come for nigga all for nothing
There's some children down a holy thang and they let it bang cause you fronting
Jump cause I'm feeling like I'm the illest nigga, I'm the trillest and I love it

Push the Benz like it's nothing, whoo
Versace lens like it's nothing, whoo
Fuck your tears like it's nothing, whoo
Fuck a friend like it's nothing, whoo
Bitches really like it nothing, whoo
Suck them titties like it's nothing, whoo
Raise the bottle like it now, ooh
Turn the bottle like it now, ooh

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka