Stuff Lyrics – Lil Baby

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Thirty-six, zero waist
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist
Three on three, my type of date
Hot as stuff, I might be late (It’s lit)
Hot as stuff, a eight by eight (Straight up)
Stuff is stuff is stuff
Stuff is stuff is stuff (It’s stuck)

Stuff is stuff is stuff (It’s stuck, woo)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Two hundred hoes, thirty black trucks
All of them numbered, we know that stuff
I let her go, ain’t no handcuffs
I get a hard-on when them bands come
These n!ggas too loose, need to tighten up
Took her to Hermès, got her items up
One of them fu*ked up and then Spider home
Free the guys down the road, got a hockey phone
Remember my name from the street, not a microphone
Ain’t no sleep, she on two, I took Adderall
N!ggas act like they us, but they not at all
Copped the baddest s*it and we forgot the car
I put diamonds in my teeth like I’m Paul Wall
Pretty titties, her whole body so soft
Hold the back of her head ’til her jaw’s locked
I don’t care what he do, he a cornball
Extra layers, I’m dressing, I’m Stiff Gang
I’m the real, went two million on pinky ring
Come through pimping like Pinky without the cane
N!ggas thinking they hot, but they Eddy Cane
I’ve been putting on this stuff since my baby frame
Walk around with a dollar, that’s pocket change

N!ggas think they smart ’til I knock your brain
I done Brabus’d the Rover like I’m La Flame
Me and Skeet tryna see who the colder s*it
If I see her with bro, I don’t know the b!tch

[Bridge: Lil Baby]
Extra stuff every time, extra stuff every time
Extra stuff every time when I’m stepping out
Put on stuff every time, put on stuff every time
Put on stuff every time when I’m stepping out

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist
Three on three, my type of date
Hot as stuff, I might be late (It’s lit)
Hot as stuff, a eight by eight (Straight up)
Stuff is stuff is stuff
Stuff is stuff is stuff (It’s stuck)
Stuff is stuff is stuff (It’s stuck, woo)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Breaking the nine, inside the spot, you know three of them mine
You like 1OAK, it ain’t one of a kind, three of a kind
Put on my ice, now all three of them blind
I put grease in my soda, I’m tryna get fried
She rocking that outfit, she tryna get hired
Rubbers on rubbers, I never get tired
Bought her that ice and I know she still lying
Bought number one on the plane ’cause she fly
Bought number two on the whip she got drive
Bought number three of new Guc’, she suck d!ck
Bought number four and new stick ’cause she fire
Bought number five s*it, number five, number five
Number five, number five, number five, number five

[Interlude: Travis Scott]
Yeah, one at a time, yeah (One of a kind)
Yeah, yeah (Bring ’em all, all, all of ’em)
Yeah (Woo)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist
Three on three, my type of date
Hot as stuff, I might be late (It’s lit)
Hot as stuff, a eight by eight (Straight up)
Stuff is stuff is stuff
Stuff is stuff is stuff (It’s stuck)
Stuff is stuff is stuff (It’s stuck, woo)

[Outro: Travis Scott]
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