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Lyrics
Yeah, stank face when that bass hit the chest (chest!)
Whole room froze, everybody make that face, yes (yes!)
Haters talk big but they softer than the rest (rest!)
This that real rap, put ’em all to the test (test!)
Stank face activated, grimacin’ like it’s potent (potent)
Flow so explosive, got the whole game in motion (motion)
Drums hit like thunder, 808s got ’em floatin’ (floatin’)
If you ain’t stankin’, then you probably ain’t votin’ (nah!)
Came up from the mud, now I’m sittin’ on the throne (throne)
They was sleepin’ on me, now they all in they phone (phone)
Tryna ride the wave but they drownin’ on their own (own)
I don’t need the clout, I been doin’ this alone (alone)
Wordplay sharper than a blade in the night (night)
Leave ’em on the canvas with the L in they sight (sight)
I been through the storm, came out with the light (light)
Now these chains on my neck got ’em lookin’ at the ice (ice)
They copy the drip but they missin’ the sauce (sauce)
My delivery vicious, leave ’em takin’ a loss (loss)
No cap in my rap, every bar is a boss (boss)
Turn the hate into fuel, now I’m runnin’ the cross (cross)
Step in the arena, it’s a whole different beast (beast)
Transform on the mic, watch the energy release (release)
Haters pray for the fall but I’m built for the feast (feast)
Success taste sweet — yeah, I had to say the least (least)
Yeah, stank face when that bass hit the chest (chest!)
Whole room froze, everybody make that face, yes (yes!)
Haters talk big but they softer than the rest (rest!)
This that real rap, put ’em all to the test (test!)
Stank face activated, grimacin’ like it’s potent (potent)
Flow so explosive, got the whole game in motion (motion)
Drums hit like thunder, 808s got ’em floatin’ (floatin’)
If you ain’t stankin’, then you probably ain’t votin’ (nah!)
Squad in the cut but the spotlight on me (me)
They chase the clout but I chase the legacy (legacy)
Pockets on swole, but the mind on the money tree (tree)
Real ones know the difference ’tween fake and the G (G)
Spit that venom, got ’em all feelin’ the sting (sting)
Every line a body, got the coroner sing (sing)
I don’t do the features unless the bag is the thing (thing)
King of the hill and the crown got the bling (bling)
They used to doubt, now they all on the bandwagon (wagon)
But I keep it pushin’, no time for the laggin’ (laggin’)
Buildin’ from the ground up, one brick at a time (time)
With these bars so heavy, make ’em all lose they mind (mind)
When the hook hit, it’s a whole different mood (mood)
Make ’em all grimace with that stank attitude (attitude)
This the energy that turn boys to the wolves (wolves)
Stank face forever — yeah, we follow the rules (rules)
Outro
Crank the volume, let it rattle your soul (soul!)
Stank face on 10, yeah you already know (know!)
This that banger’ll have you noddin’ for days (days!)
Grimace in approval — let the music play (play!)
Details
GeneratedJun 4, 2026
Duration2:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
Beat vibe: Dark trap/boom-bap hybrid. Heavy, chest-rattling 808s, crisp menacing snares, eerie minor-key synths
Credits
Prompt by
Gwamp4
Gwamp4ModelAria v5.5
