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