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

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
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," motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
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 forty-one seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second, bitch, I gotta use it
Sorry, but a nigga blew it, and I came to grab the microphone
And I make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump, and I back niggas up
She in the back of the truck
Lil' mami wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with her, 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 think he macho?
Somebody better call the cops, yo
'Fore we run up inside of that nigga little condo
Put him in a box, put the nigga in a cargo (Cargo? Cargo!)
Shut a nigga down (Fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at you, shut a nigga mouth (Break shit)
Come and follow, nigga, stand up on the couch (Shake shit)
Let her swallow, niggas know we're in the house (Trey-fifth)
East Coast, nigga!