Lyrics East Coast - A$AP Ferg , Remy Ma

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 winnin' music
This confessions of a lord, I've been sinnin' 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
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)
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 nothin', you so frontin'
You Joe Budden, you pump it up
See, these hoes be luckin' up
Try to be down, they suckin' 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 hatin' when I was comin' 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
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 feelin', 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 comin'
Talkin for niggas saved up and the pump had the rest of them bad boys runnin'
Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up and get left [?] if you thuggin'
Jump if you ready to fuck a nigga up cause he come for nigga all for nothin'
There's some children down a holy thang and they let it bang cause you frontin'
Jump cause I'm feelin' 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