Album Name

East Coast REMIX (Feat. Busta Rhymes, A$AP Rocky, Dave East, French Montana, Rick Ross & Snoop Dogg)

Artist

A$AP Ferg

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.02.02

Release Agency

Sony Music

East Coast REMIX (Feat. Busta Rhymes, A$AP ... - A$AP Ferg
Run it up run it up
run it up run it up remix
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 motherfucker
Call me Mr East Coast
Let me give them a friendly
reminder real quick yo
Y'all already know
the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you
niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta
kill 'em and I gotta hit 'em
Yes you know a nigga
gotta beat 'em stupid
Only got 41 seconds
just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Somewhat a nigga blew it
and I cannot
Grab the microphone
and not make
a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up
she in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck
and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it
then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit
again my nigga pronto
Bip de badda de booda de beat it
like a bongo
Banging on the pussy
like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy
that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch
and now he thinks he macho
Somebody better call the cops yo
'Fore we run up inside of
that nigga's lil' condo
Put him in a box
so the nigga in a cargo cargo
cargo
Shut a nigga down fake bitch
Throw a bottle at ya
shut a nigga mouth break shit
Come and follow me
stand up on the couch shake shit
Let us wallow niggas know
we're in the house trey fifth
East Coast nigga
10031 is where my zip is
Live in Harlem
up in the trenches
Run through a bodega
like I ain't got riches
Run through a bodega
like I ain't got come on
Don't do it for the haters
I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda
I kill rap niggas
Y'all Now and Laters
sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous
they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is
Hov verse JAY-Z
I get a feeling
they want the old Ferg
Cocaine Castle Hood Pope Ferg
Got a question to ask
do you know Ferg
Do you know that I come
from where the toast burn
New York New York 143rd
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean
they never sober
For being in the streets
to run a culture
I never been in the weave
I had hoes brah
Who's that jiggy motherfucker
with the clothes brah
I'm finna kill these
motherfuckers with the flow brah
I'm the best in the game
with the flow brah
In New York I Milly Rock
to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout
to every coast brah
South to North
and even West Coast brah
Blackin' like
I'm fresh up out retirement
my flow still monumental
Mental couldn't ride an
instrumental but they ridin' dick
I set the standards for
requirements so call the firemen
Just me myself and I
the world is mine
I put the I in his
His posse too clean
aye his diamonds like tip aye
His skin too clear
aye his bitch gon' stare aye
So mind your biz how they find
the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks
for top with Kylie's lips
Oh my oh my run it
Run it run it like
you want it run it
Run it run it like
you stole it run it
Running running
like I'm going woo
Running pitching
like I'm bowling woo
In my city
gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko Fergie
Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I'm Paulie McCartney
just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches
to hop in the Regal
phenomenal deep throat
I'm more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen
go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters in college
I feel like a coach
I'm recruiting and signing
Look I still be moving in silence
I'm ballin' in blue
like I'm hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don't play
for no Mavericks
You need to think
who gon' pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious
enough to give hope
to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes
foreign my car
when I'm mashin'
Chain busting it down
wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down
Rap game I'm fucking it now
I could be a jeweler
neck that's Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy
talking fast like Bone
Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One Big L flows
son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
made more money than E1
One time Chinx
two time Yams Yams
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know who run
the East Coast zone nigga
In the kitchen culinary
I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead
me I'ma get your brother buried
Gangbanging with your halo
business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up
like Taz's Angels
Never was a client
'cause that boy ain't buying it
And I got a bottom bitch
my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league
double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope
I just got me a finder's fee
Following my frequency
niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me
text but don't speak to me
You can never speak for me
see the BI chemistry
Check into the crazy house
I'ma turn the labels out
Run it up run it up
run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
run it up run it up remix
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 motherfucker
But I know this West Coast
Snoop Dogg
10/20 was my date of birth
the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping love to burp
young nigga that's doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt
all y'all niggas gon' get merked
What the fuck
is you talking 'bout
Me and Ferg we gon' put in work
Bang on ya' gang culture
out of this world
It's all on a bitch
is she a Blood Is she a Crip
Don't slip think not
on the block where it's hot
Legalize with the nines
give a fuck about a cop
Real shit this is it
from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K
California all day
Yes-sir on the curb
Mossberg by the van
Little homies on the roof
with the blam blam blam
Long Beach popping pill on 'em
I been working so hard nigga
get your bale on
I been working so hard nigga
work to sell somethin'
I been working so hard
welcome to the hellzone
zone zone
See I'm from Long Beach
Run it up run it up
run it up run it up
Run it up run it up
run it up run it up remix
See I'm from Long Beach
Fuck that shit
we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt
when the gun is up
See I'm from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker
see I'm from Long Beach
Call me Mr East Coast
motherfucker
West Coast