East Coast (feat. Remy Ma)

Yeah, I need everybody to open this shit up

Everybody open this fucking shit up!

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 till the sun is up

All of you **** get burnt when the gun is up!

This that East Coast motherfucker!

Call me "Mr. East Coast" motherfucker!

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 till the sun is up

All of you **** get burnt when the gun is up!

This that East Coast motherfucker!

Call me "Mr. East Coast" motherfucker!

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 been sinning music

The "Rap Book" is my Bible

Just repenting 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 and shit

And I tell 'em to burn it up

This is Mr. 'Trap Lord'

I'ma go in, till the sun is up

Run it up!

Run it up!

Run it up!

Run it up!

Watch how 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 till the sun is up

All of you **** get burnt when the gun is up!

This that East Coast motherfucker!

Call me "Mr. East Coast" motherfucker!

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 till the sun is up

All of you **** get burnt when the gun is up!

This that East Coast motherfucker!

Call me "Mr. East Coast" motherfucker!

(Remy Ma!)

It was '01, 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 punt it up

On IG, you thumbing up

But in real life, you bum it up

You don't own 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 pecan

Turn the beat on, and I'll fuck it up

The bar was 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 bitches 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 till the sun is up

All of you **** get burnt when the gun is up!

This that East Coast motherfucker!

Call me "Mr. East Coast" motherfucker!

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 till the sun is up

All of you **** get burnt when the gun is up!

This that East Coast motherfucker!

Call me "Mr. East Coast" motherfucker!

Send 'em through the ceiling

Throw a **** off the pillar

And I'd kill a man, never find out

Fuck what you feeling

'Trap Lord' in the building

With the lords and they with it right now

Pull up on them **** like, skrrt!

And I murk

And them jerks see the badman coming

Pumping for ****, stay dumping

The pump had a blast

Now the bad boys running!

Jump if you ready to fuck this shit up

And get nuck if you buck if you thugging

Jump if you ready to fuck up and cut

'Cause he cuff a **** all for nothing!

Wasn't tripping, better hold that thang

And then let it bang, 'cause you fronting!

Jump 'cause I'm feeling like I'm the illest

****, I'm the trillest, and I love it

Push the Benz, like it's nothing (Woo!)

Versace lens, like it's nothing (Woo!)

Fucking 10's like it's nothing (Woo!)

Fuck her friend, like it's nothing (Woo!)

Bitches with it, like it's nothing (Woo!)

Suck them titties like it's nothing (Woo!)

Raise the bottle like it's now, ooh

Tap a model like 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 till the sun is up

All of you **** get burnt when the gun is up!

This that East Coast motherfucker!

Call me "Mr. East Coast" motherfucker!

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 till the sun is up

All of you **** get burnt when the gun is up!

This that East Coast motherfucker!

Call me "Mr. East Coast" motherfucker!