Sell My Chains by Eric D. Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh
It's ericd bitch
Uh huh
Cheeea
Chea Chea Chea
[Chorus]
I pray to god I never have to sell my chains
If I don't smoke this blunt I'm bout to blow my brains
15k right here another 50 there
I'm in the dope olympics I could get the chair
[Verse]
She throw it byke I pull her hair
I just smoked a blunt I'm bout to smoke a square
I move the work like andale
Who's your daddy baby dimelo
I get the call from Julio
Trap jumpin' I'm the CEO
I whip the work like creme brule
I'm fresh to death like easter day
It's ericd I been a G
I just flipped my reup fucked around and bought another key
I'm makin' money like it's 10 of me
You mufuckin' stupid if you claim that you my enemy
But I don't even need that energy
Errtime I leave the crib a nigga risk a felony
I ain't hearin' what you tellin' me
If I don't like your prices I ain't buyin' what you sellin' me
I'm the man you a middle man
Dope off white it's a little tan
I'll serve a nigga like the pizza man
I just flipped 3k of white, fuck the ku-klux klan
Ericd 5 letters wit a hunned tats
You just bought a hunned pack I flipped a hunned packs
I'm on a dope run I'm fuckin' runnin' laps
I'm on I-95 with a hunned straps
Trap so hard I think I'm Gucci buy my baby Gucci
Chop the work I think I'm Bruce Lee neck on Yamaguchi
Movin' dope across the border air land and water
Hide your girl and hide your daughter bitch I'm drippin' water
Foreign bitches wipe me down
I make ya bitch my wifey now
Fuck my girl to bosanova
Smoke a blunt and whip the yola
Mix the codeine wit the soda
Hide the dope beside the motor
Vacuum seal the pack and mail it
Every type of dope I sell it
Organize the distribution
Tryna dodge the institution
Fuck 12 from the bottom of my soul
RIP to Bankroll
I got halves and I got wholes
I got packs and I got loads
I got pans and I got bowls
I got fish like sushi rolls
I got kush and I got yayo
I got baggies I got scales
I got elbows I got OZ's
I got pills and I got codein
I'll flip a pound to ya granny hoe
Dope across the scale a truckload to a grammy bro
On ya bitch snap I made a cameo, the AK do ya dirty but the glocky come in handy though
[Chorus]
I pray to god I never have to sell my chains
If I don't smoke this blunt I'm bout to blow my brains
15k right here another 50 there
I'm in the dope olympics I could get the chair
Blunts burnin pounds errwhere
Bitch I'm in the field you ain't never there
It's ericd I wear a dozen chains
Microwave stove you ain't fuckin wit my oven game
Pow
[Outro]
Chea
It's ericd bitch
Some OTG shit
Some Triple D shit
Kick in the door wit a ski shit
Jadig
Pow pow pow
Uh
It's ericd bitch
Uh huh
Cheeea
Chea Chea Chea
[Chorus]
I pray to god I never have to sell my chains
If I don't smoke this blunt I'm bout to blow my brains
15k right here another 50 there
I'm in the dope olympics I could get the chair
[Verse]
She throw it byke I pull her hair
I just smoked a blunt I'm bout to smoke a square
I move the work like andale
Who's your daddy baby dimelo
I get the call from Julio
Trap jumpin' I'm the CEO
I whip the work like creme brule
I'm fresh to death like easter day
It's ericd I been a G
I just flipped my reup fucked around and bought another key
I'm makin' money like it's 10 of me
You mufuckin' stupid if you claim that you my enemy
But I don't even need that energy
Errtime I leave the crib a nigga risk a felony
I ain't hearin' what you tellin' me
If I don't like your prices I ain't buyin' what you sellin' me
I'm the man you a middle man
Dope off white it's a little tan
I'll serve a nigga like the pizza man
I just flipped 3k of white, fuck the ku-klux klan
Ericd 5 letters wit a hunned tats
You just bought a hunned pack I flipped a hunned packs
I'm on a dope run I'm fuckin' runnin' laps
I'm on I-95 with a hunned straps
Trap so hard I think I'm Gucci buy my baby Gucci
Chop the work I think I'm Bruce Lee neck on Yamaguchi
Movin' dope across the border air land and water
Hide your girl and hide your daughter bitch I'm drippin' water
Foreign bitches wipe me down
I make ya bitch my wifey now
Fuck my girl to bosanova
Smoke a blunt and whip the yola
Mix the codeine wit the soda
Hide the dope beside the motor
Vacuum seal the pack and mail it
Every type of dope I sell it
Organize the distribution
Tryna dodge the institution
Fuck 12 from the bottom of my soul
RIP to Bankroll
I got halves and I got wholes
I got packs and I got loads
I got pans and I got bowls
I got fish like sushi rolls
I got kush and I got yayo
I got baggies I got scales
I got elbows I got OZ's
I got pills and I got codein
I'll flip a pound to ya granny hoe
Dope across the scale a truckload to a grammy bro
On ya bitch snap I made a cameo, the AK do ya dirty but the glocky come in handy though
[Chorus]
I pray to god I never have to sell my chains
If I don't smoke this blunt I'm bout to blow my brains
15k right here another 50 there
I'm in the dope olympics I could get the chair
Blunts burnin pounds errwhere
Bitch I'm in the field you ain't never there
It's ericd I wear a dozen chains
Microwave stove you ain't fuckin wit my oven game
Pow
[Outro]
Chea
It's ericd bitch
Some OTG shit
Some Triple D shit
Kick in the door wit a ski shit
Jadig
Pow pow pow