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