Chrome Studio, Eddie Teak, A+ - Locker Room Lyrics

Damn
Uh
Ah man wow
World stand still when the plans pan fields
Revel up the cavalry and that'll be ya mans killed
Another man down, still ain't put the flag up
I know a couple cats who might do it with the mask up
It's Eddie Teak and I been runnin all the cash up
Anybody get it thinking they was gettin passed us
Why you in the club, your man got you gassed up
Gas tracks like Chevron and Citgo
Day Job show and you know it's hella lit ho
Took a trip to your show, it was a shit show
Eddie Teak and I been poppin from the get go
I be off the chain like a nigga that we hit a lick on
Got the plug on the line called him on the flip phone
Dippin thru with set finna ball Jim jones
How my niggas runnin shit shoulda wore some gym clothes
Off the chain like a nigga that we hit a lick on
Got the plug on the line called him on the flip phone
Dippin thru with set finna ball Jim jones
How my niggas runnin shit shoulda wore some gym clothes
Allow me to introduce you niggas to the Elohim
It's A Plus the nigga right next you is your fellow seed
I fucked the game and ya dame and gave birth you niggas
Worse than Hiroshima how I get to murkin you niggas
Done with games, bossin up on some next level shit
If I calculate it right I'll be exec level bitch
So I'm stacking up my chips like a Vegas casino
Bullets flying with precision that American eagle
My head big as a bitch, ain't no comparing my ego
Im ludicrous my chick bad she a villain no sheigo
Give a fuck like a peep hole that you niggas looking through
I'm finna fry you bird bitches in them chicken coops
Broken wrist from the whippin see this that coke flow nigga
Rest in peace to Malcom but I am the most dope nigga
Like the weed that I'm smokin I'll lay you on yo ass
The titans come to clash whenever me and Ben collab
It's Plus!

Damn
Uh
Ah man wow
World stand still when the plans pan fields
Revel up the cavalry and that'll be ya mans killed
Another man down, still ain't put the flag up
I know a couple cats who might do it with the mask up
It's Eddie Teak and I been runnin all the cash up
Anybody get it thinking they was gettin passed us
Why you in the club, your man got you gassed up
Gas tracks like Chevron and Citgo
Day Job show and you know it's hella lit ho
Took a trip to your show, it was a shit show
Eddie Teak and I been poppin from the get go
I be off the chain like a nigga that we hit a lick on
Got the plug on the line called him on the flip phone
Dippin thru with set finna ball Jim jones
How my niggas runnin shit shoulda wore some gym clothes
Off the chain like a nigga that we hit a lick on
Got the plug on the line called him on the flip phone
Dippin thru with set finna ball Jim jones
How my niggas runnin shit shoulda wore some gym clothes
Allow me to introduce you niggas to the Elohim
It's A Plus the nigga right next you is your fellow seed
I fucked the game and ya dame and gave birth you niggas
Worse than Hiroshima how I get to murkin you niggas
Done with games, bossin up on some next level shit
If I calculate it right I'll be exec level bitch
So I'm stacking up my chips like a Vegas casino
Bullets flying with precision that American eagle
My head big as a bitch, ain't no comparing my ego
Im ludicrous my chick bad she a villain no sheigo
Give a fuck like a peep hole that you niggas looking through
I'm finna fry you bird bitches in them chicken coops
Broken wrist from the whippin see this that coke flow nigga
Rest in peace to Malcom but I am the most dope nigga
Like the weed that I'm smokin I'll lay you on yo ass
The titans come to clash whenever me and Ben collab
It's Plus!