Stuff - Lil Baby ft. Travis Scott

Thirty-six, zero waist

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist

Me-on-three my type of date

All this stuff, I might be late (It's lit)

It's all this stuff, I eight by eight (Straight up)

Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff

Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (It's stuff)

Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (It's stuff, woo)

Two hundred hoes, thirty black trucks

All of us known for puttin' on that stuff

I let her go, ain't no handcuffs

I get a hard-on when them bands come (Yeah)

These niggas too loose, need to tighten up

Took her to Hermès, got her items up

Boy, they done fucked up and let Spider home

Free the guys down the road gotta hide the phone

Got my name from the street, not a microphone

Ain't no sleep, she on two, I took Adderall

Niggas act like they us, but they not at all

Copped the baddest shit out, we forgot the car (Yeah)

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 jaws lock

I don't care what he do, he a cornball

Extra layers, I'm dressin', I'm Stiff Gang

I'm the real one, two million on pinky ring

Come through pimpin' like Pinky without the cane

Niggas thinkin' they hot, but they Eddie King

I've been puttin' on this stuff since my baby frame

Walk around with a dollar, that's pocket change

Niggas think that you smart 'til you knock his brain

I done Brabus'd the Rover like I'm La Flame

Me and Ski tryna see who the colder shit

If I see her with bro, I don't know the bitch

Extra stuff every time, extra stuff every time

Extra stuff every time when I'm steppin' out

Put on stuff every time, put on stuff every time

Put on stuff every time when I'm steppin' out

Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist

Me-on-three my type of date

All this stuff, I might be late (It's lit)

It's all this stuff, I eight by eight (Straight up)

Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff

Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (It's stuff)

Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (It's stuff, woo)

Breakin' the nine

Inside the spot, you know three of them mine

Live like 1 OAK, it ain't one of a kind, three of a kind

Put on my ice, now all three of 'em blind

I put grease in my soda, I'm tryna get fried

She rockin' that outfit, she tryna get hired

Rubbers on rubbers, I never get tired

Bought her that ice and I know she still lyin'

Brought number one on the plane 'cause she fly

Bought number two a new whip, she got drive

Bought number three a new Guc', she suck dick

Bought number four a new stick 'cause she fire

Bought number five Chanel 5

No. 5, No. 5, No. 5, No. 5, No. 5

Yeah, one at a time, yeah (One of a kind)

Yeah, yeah, bring 'em all, all, all of 'em

Yeah (Woo)

Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist

Me-on-three my type of date

All this stuff, I might be late (It's lit)

It's all this stuff, I eight by eight (Straight up)

Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff

Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (It's stuff)

Stuff, it's stuff, it's stuff (It's stuff, woo)

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