East Coast (feat. 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