East Coast

Yeah, I need everybody to open this shit up

Everybody open this fucking shit up

Yeah, Constantine, yeah






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 repentin' through it

I jump in the whip and say, "Ooh, it's my shit"

And I tell 'em to turn it up (skrrt)

Jump in the pit and start moshing the shit

And I tell 'em to burn it up

This is Mr. Trap Lord, I'ma go in 'til 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 (hahahahah)

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 don't own 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 pecan

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, send 'em through the ceiling, throw a nigga off the building

I'll kill 'em, they'll never find 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" and I murk

And them jerks see the bad man comin'

Dump if a nigga say dumb

And pump, have the best of the bad boys runnin'

Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up

And get knuck if you buck if you thuggin'

Jump if you ready to fuck a pig up

'
Cause he cuff a nigga up for nothin'

Know some children that'll hold the 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 nothin' (woo)

Versace lens like it's nothin' (woo)

Fuck a 10 like it's nothin' (woo)

Fuck her friend like it's nothin' (woo)

Bitches with it like it's nothin' (woo)

Suck them titties like it's nothin' (woo)

Face a bottle like it's nothin' (woo)

Tap a model like it's nothin' (woo)






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