Steve Baughman - East Coast lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Ferg] Yeah, I need everybody to open this sh** up Everybody open this f**ing sh** up Yeah, Constantine, yeah [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up f** that sh**, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothaf**a Call me Mr. East Coast, mothaf**a Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up f** that sh**, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothaf**a Call me Mr. East Coast, mothaf**a [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] This that ground zero music, sit and listen to it This the children of the sewer, finally winnin' music This confessions of a lord, I've been sinnin' music The rap book is my Bible, just repent through it I jump in the whip and say “Ooh, it's my sh**” And I tell ‘em to turn it up Jump in the pit and start moshing the sh** And I tell ‘em to run it up This is Mr. Trap Lord, I'ma go until the sun is up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run til I f** it up [Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Remy Ma] Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up f** that sh**, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothaf**a Call me Mr. East Coast, mothaf**a Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up f** that sh**, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothaf**a (hahahahah) Call me Mr. East Coast, mothaf**a (Remy, Ma) [Verse 2: 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, b**h; 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 s**in' up I go nuts, I mean pecan Turn the beat on and I f** 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 b**h, you need to woman up You a wack b**h, you a rat b**h And I'm that b**h, just to sum it up [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up f** that sh**, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothaf**a Call me Mr. East Coast, mothaf**a Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up f** that sh**, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothaf**a Call me Mr. East Coast, mothaf**a [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] Yeah, threw it through the ceiling, threw a n***a off the pillar Now I k**ed him, they ain't never found out f** what you feelin', Trap Lord in the building With the lords and they with it right now Pull up on them n***as like “skrrt” in a Merc And I jerked see the bad man comin' Talkin for n***as saved up And the pump had the rest of them bad boys runnin' Jump if you ready to f** this sh** up And get knuck if you buck if you thuggin' Jump if you ready to f** a n***a up Cause he come for n***a 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 n***a I'm the trillest and I love it Push the Benz like it's nothing, whoo Versace lens like it's nothing, whoo f**in tens like it's nothing, whoo f** her friend like it's nothing, whoo Few chicks with it like it's nothing, whoo s** them titties like it's nothing, whoo Wraith, just bought it like now, ooh Tap a model like now, ooh [Chorus: A$AP Ferg] Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up f** that sh**, we get turnt ‘til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothaf**a Call me Mr. East Coast, mothaf**a Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up f** that sh**, we get turnt 'til the sun is up All of you n***as get burnt when the gun is up This that East Coast, mothaf**a Call me Mr. East Coast, mothaf**a