Migos — Stankin

[Hook x2: Quavo] Trap house stankin' Trap house stankin' Trap house stankin' Trap house stankin' All this gas (x6) All this godamn gas [Verse 1: Quavo] Trap house stankin' What the fuck do you think? Walk around the club with a great migo bank What's in that car? Lean, lean lean lean I just take the pot, skrr skrr like a machine Walk inside my bando, better hold your nose Went to the jeweler, green diamonds guacamole That Trinidad, talking about he's just on gold That young Takeoff, talking about he bout to smash 2 hoes Pack, make it work, gotta wrap it like Bin Laden Hit the plug I'm running with a sack, Quavo McFadden My neighbour keep knocking on the door, saying trap house stankin' I said bitch, what the fuck do you think? I shut the door, kept trapping anyway [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Trinidad James] Medusas, shinin' Designer, (?) Too high, Chinese Two blunts, siamese I got yo bitch up on this gas and nigga she like She know the Migos gotta smash nigga she psych She want Benihanas, she want Hibashi She want that Rolex, she want Versace She blow my phone like nigga call me She want a man, but bitch it's not me James! [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Takeoff] I'm trapping and capping, finessing your blessing That Smith & Wesson will (?) I'm cooking that dope like a hamburger Selling that white Cinderella Trap house stankin' Drink lean by the pint It's Takeoff, I'ma migo so I'm fucking around with that sack I step on yo niggas like ants Ball like Kevin Durant Take yo bitch, break up her back Plug Uncle sam so I got tax The (?) And trap like (?) We trapping in bandos across the map Finesse you, make you a (?) [Hook x2]