EmG
Yeah, I need everybody to open this shit up
EmG
Everybody open this fucking shit up
EmG
Yeah, Constantine, yeah
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
EmG
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmG
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmG
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
EmG
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
EmAmBm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmAmBm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmAmBm
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
EmAmBm
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
EmAmBm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
EmG
This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it
EmG
This the children of the sewer, finally winnin' music
EmG
This confessions of a lord, I’ve been sinnin' music
EmG
The rap book is my Bible, just repent through it
EmG
I jump in the whip and say “Ooh, it’s my shit”
EmG
And I tell ‘em to turn it up
EmG
Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit
EmG
And I tell ‘em to run it up
EmG
This is Mr. Trap Lord, I'ma go until the sun is up
EmG
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmG
Run til I fuck it up
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
EmG
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmG
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmG
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
EmG
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
EmAmBm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmAmBm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmAmBm
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
EmAmBm
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
EmAmBm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
Em
And it’s 0-1, now, run it up
Em
Got my face beat, hair done it up
Em
I go bad on ‘em, drop bags on 'em
EmG
Got a tab, bitch; tell 'em run it up
Em
I spaz on 'em, I gun 'em up
Em
Said I’m too smart, gotta dumb it up
Em
Dead in the middle of Little Italy
EmG
They ain’t know Remy really could just Pun it up
Em
On IG, you thumb it up
Em
But in real life, you bum it up
Em
You don't own nothin’, you so frontin'
Em
You Joe Budden, you pump it up.
Em
See, these hoes be luckin' up
Em
Try to be down, they suckin' up
Em
I go nuts, I mean pecan
Em
Turn the beat on and I fuck it up
Em
The bar’s low, I brung it up
Em
And y'all hoes just stunk it up
Em
I been one, you been done
Em
You been shoulda just hung it up
Em
You was hatin' when I was comin' up
Em
You fake bitch, you need to woman up
Em
You a wack bitch, you a rat bitch
EmG
And I’m that bitch, just to sum it up
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
EmG
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmG
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmG
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
EmG
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
EmAmBm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmAmBm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmAmBm
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
EmAmBm
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
EmAmBm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Em
Yeah, threw it through the ceiling, threw a nigga off the pillar
Em
Now I killed him, they ain’t never found out
Em
Fuck what you feelin', Trap Lord in the building
Em
With the lords and they with it right now
Em
Pull up on them niggas like “skrrt” in a Merc
EmG
And I jerked see the bad man comin'
EmG
Talkin for niggas saved up
EmG
And the pump had the rest of them bad boys runnin'
Em
Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up
Em
And get knuck if you buck if you thuggin'
Em
Jump if you ready to fuck a nigga up
Em
Cause he come for nigga all for nothin'.
Em
There's some children down a holy thang
Em
And they let it bang cause you frontin'
Em
Jump cause I’m feelin' like I’m the illest nigga
I’m the trillest and I love it
EmG
Push the Benz like it’s nothing, whoo
EmG
Versace lens like it’s nothing, whoo
EmG
Fuckin tens like it’s nothing, whoo
EmG
Fuck her friend like it’s nothing, whoo
EmG
Few chicks with it like it's nothing, whoo
EmAm
Suck them titties like it’s nothing, whoo
EmG
Wraith, just bought it like now, ooh
EmGAmC
Tap a model like now, ooh
[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
EmG
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmG
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmG
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
EmG
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
EmAmBm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmAmBm
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
EmAmBm
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
EmAmBm
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
EmAmBm
This that East Coast, mothafucka
EmAmBm
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka