Текст песни Rifling - Young Pressure

What you do is trifling I'm on the roof and rifling
Anybody stepping on my yard gonna die again
Now you fucking dead dragging bodies right behind a bin
Owning every lane I'm taking money that you prolly rent

What you do is trifling I'm on the roof and rifling
Anybody stepping on my yard gonna die again
Now you fucking dead dragging bodies right behind a bin
Owning every lane I'm taking money that you prolly rent

Always smoking gas and ya bitch here I'ma pass
Black trucks I'm staring out the window who is that
Drive around the cul de sac think I have a clue
So I go up to my room and I grab a tool
Shit without a clip so what the fuck is that gone do
Tryna break inside I'm running out the back with a gat
Before I know it they were gone ain't no going back
People tryna set me up staying to myself
Moved out but I'm back really hate the hell
Devil in disguise get me outta satan cell
Tell me take a pill
Pat down
Nine on my hip bitch don't lack now

What you do is trifling I'm on the roof and rifling
Anybody stepping on my yard gonna die again
Now you fucking dead dragging bodies right behind a bin
Owning every lane I'm taking money that you prolly rent

What you do is trifling I'm on the roof and rifling
Anybody stepping on my yard gonna die again
Now you fucking dead dragging bodies right behind a bin
Owning every lane I'm taking money that you prolly rent