Migos, Trinidad James - Stankin’ lyrics

Trap house stankin' trap house stankin'
Trap house stankin' trap house stankin'
All this gas all this godamn gas

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


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!

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