Deo C. - Stank Look (feat. Scottie) Lyrics

Got that type of smoke you smell from down the road
Got the type of drive that make you lose control
Got the type of clique that make you wanna quit
Got the type of chick that make you lose ya shit
I been working over time
And now it's time for me to go get jaded
I got like 50 in here wasted
And you 50 on the waitlist
She off the the purple and now she tryna leave wit me
But you the nigha that she came with
Oh I get you misplaced this
And check my wallet just Incase Shyt

Flip this bitch when the base starts
F*ck yo couch nigga milly rockin on this bitch
Deo De' Carte
Think I might there for I am gon add yo bitch to the cart
I was eyeing that from the start
Inner beast or a mascot
Gucci pack wit a half knot
Split the haves with the have nots
Wavey bosses
Lady bosses
All the bitches when the cash drops
Hit the bank with a cash drop
Pass the L when the ash drop
Throw a stack when they ass drop
Pour henny till the last drop
When they hate nighas ask not
Tell em talk to bank
Ima tall with the dank
Why you talk with a stank look
Oh you mad cuz you can't do it
Tell em talk to bank
Ima tall with the dank
Why you talk with a stank look
Oh you mad cuz you can't do it

Got that type of smoke you smell from down the road
Got the type of drive that make you lose control
Got the type of clique that make you wanna quit
Got the type of chick that make you lose ya shit
I been working over time
And now it's time for me to go get jaded
I got like 50 in here wasted
And you 50 on the waitlist
She off the the purple and now she tryna leave wit me
But you the nigha that she came with
Oh I get you misplaced this
And check my wallet just Incase Shyt

I got the juice that's word to Tropicana
Swear I work so hard I need a doppelganger
I'm the chosen one and it is not at random
With the proper gang I'm starting propaganda
Yea I'm sleeping on em so I got pajamas
But I kill the rest, and they can't stop the grammar
Like I'm Bob the builder, Got the box of hammers
Toolie on the belt and they can't block the damage
I ain't talking cuz the money speaking
You ain't talking for a couple reasons
You a broke nigga or it's duct tape
While I break bread you take lunch breaks
While I break records you a broken record
You need close caskets and open letters
If my life a blessing then your hope is severed
Cuz I f*cked you bitch just so you won't forget her
You ain't know my brothers number 1
Yea we got a family of guns
Pair of twin Glocks that'll make a nigga run
Feel like Devin Booker how I'm shooting like my sons
I ain't scared to pop on a nigga
Get the drop on a nigga,
Word mom's gotta get him if he bugging
Hitting em from deep feel like curry with the oven
Team is full of stars so I had to hit my cousins

Got that type of smoke you smell from down the road
Got the type of drive that make you lose control
Got the type of clique that make you wanna quit
Got the type of chick that make you lose ya shit
I been working over time
And now it's time for me to go get jaded
I got like 50 in here wasted
And you 50 on the waitlist
She off the the purple and now she tryna leave wit me
But you the nigha that she came with
Oh I get you misplaced this
And check my wallet just Incase Shyt