Trinidad James - Stankin' lyrics

[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 f** 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 j**eler, 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 b**h, what the f** do you think? I shut the door, kept trapping anyway [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Trinidad James] Medusas, shinin' Designer, (?) Too hot, chinese Two blunts, siamese I got yo b**h up on this gas and n***a she like She know the Migos gotta smash n***a she psych She want Benihanas, she want Hibashi She want that Rolex, she want Versace She blow my phone like n***a call me She want a man, but b**h 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 f**ing around with that sack I step on yo n***as like ants Ball like Kevin Durant Take yo b**h, 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]