Trenchez Migos (Ft. Skippa Da Flippa)

[Chorus: Offset]
It's a Panarama in the driveway
Feds watching, we in the projects
They know we ain't posed to be driving that
Fucking the natnats and alley cats
Trap in the trenchez, we flex in the trenchez
The police ain't liking that, we still handle business
We trap in the trenchez, we flex in the trenchez
The police ain't liking it, we still handle business

[Verse 1: Offset]
The trap got niggas on top of the roof they assassins
My plug from Saudi Arabia, call him Aladdin
We pulling 'em triggers and 'Rarris and pull up in Aston
(skr, skr, Aston Martin)
The feds they mad, they know what we doin', can't catch us
I stand on the stove, I beat the pot up like I'm Cassius
They call me Chris Angel, work disappear like it is magic
Look at the scale make sure the grams is accurate
Wrap it in plastic, then I package it
Mohammed need bricks up in Africa
Go to California, we smoking medicals
Trap professional, money all over my schedule
I made a million, that's historical
I Pray to God because I am biblical
Work take her clothes off like a physical
When I cook up a baby, they come out identical
Bill Nye cause I'm whippin up chemicals
Workin' been trapping ten years, boy you pitiful