Fallin' Sins ft. L.Franchise Lyrics

Wait so Eli you made this

Alright go E

Clap it up and go the distance

Mirror switch to change my image

Refill the cup forget the pitcher

Looking sad what's the problem

Why you trippin why you falling

Know the home that gets you calling

What my name is I'm fucking ballin'

What my name is the fuckin' doctor

Always knew I came a problem

Hard head get it twisted knocking

Always knew I was a working project

Lock the screw and twist the knock in

Control your people genocidin'

Watch my wave I like to slide in

What you mean you think bout doubting'

What you mean you think bout howling

Ou I was in the coupe

I ride with rounds to shoot it lose

and practice what my skills can do

Bring the camera out

to showing the falling out

blitz the crowd to crack the smile

And make the twist go wild

Why the shatter in the world

What the fuck yea

Flippin' cars and flashing beams

What really be exciting me

I twist it 'round the cup

And I drink my pinky up

Oh my nigga said he passing me

Well where the fuck you catching up

Ain't make to my cup of tea

Ain't make it pass my starter fee

Who you got be calling me

The shades is deep to lock your feet

Know some homies like to tweak

I keep it dolo so you only hear my fuckin' speech

Its chiggidy chiggidy intentional man move so deliberately 

Run up them bands do so religiously 

I come with demands acting all Biggity 

It's chiggidy chiggidy they rather get rid of me do me like Kennedy 

The only opps I have are my future opportunities 

I really ain't on that unity 

ask yourself truthfully 

Who would you choose if it came down to you or me 

You can keep that commentary

2 cents and your scrutiny 

Feeling philanthropic 

It's murder on any topic 

The man in this bitch  Peyton and Eli rocking  

In the sand with my bitch niggas keep story watching 

He got his hands on the blick now he itching to pop it

I'm fucking with the plug daughter all up in her socket 

3rd bottle of wine I'm starting to feel like Bacchhus 

Wasted all that time a comebacks my only option 

Born in New Orleans by BR I was adopted hold up

Hold up ok my nigga roll up 

We repent fallin sins for our fallen soldiers 

Hold up ok my nigga roll up 

We repent fallin sins for our fallen soldiers 

Hold up ok my nigga roll up 

We repent fallin sins for our fallen soldiers 

Trickster Tricketer

Mister Mister

Only giving out praises to the real hittas'

Who a real hitta'

Who a real splita'

Who really getting jiggy

When the town is lit up

Cold winter Cold hitter

Cold killer Heart killer

Born killer Born temper

Never going clueless

Cause my vision stay clearer

Why you always cluesless never be aware

Who be the fuckin' shooter

Gotta push it to the mental

To the sky the stars I rolled up

Oh who be saying hold up

Oh Who be saying pour up

Already got it in my cup

So nigga what's the hold up

Why you be reposing

Why you reflecting for your pass sins

Why you be repenting

What's the forgiveness that you asking

Who the fuck you look up to

Who the fuck made promises due

Who the fuck be thinking

All the favors I be counting through

Ain't never one, aint number one

I don't count on my biggest thumb

Who the fuck be tweakin'

Man point him out and get some rum

First time on a island

And I blacked out trynna get it done

First time on an isand

And I spent it like it's my last one