Stuff

作词 : Dominique Jones/Jacques Webster II/Wesley Glass

作曲 : Dominique Jones/Jacques Webster II/Wesley Glass

Thirty-six, zero waste

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waste

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 niggas toot loops, need to tighten up

Took her to Hermès, got her items up

One of them ****ed up, and a spider home

Free the guys on the road, got a hockey phone

Remember my name from the street, not a microphone

Ain't no sleep, she on two by two, Adderall

Niggas act like us, but they not at all

Copped the baddest shit and we forgot the car

I put diamonds in my teeth I got pow wow

Pretty titties, her whole body so soft

Hold a bag of her head, til her jaw's locked

I don't care what he do, he a cotton ball

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

I'm the real with two million on pinky ring

Copped the pimpin' like Pinky without the cane

Niggas thinkin' they hot but they Eddy Cane

I been puttin' on this stuff since my baby frame

Walk around with a dollar, that's pocket change

Niggas 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 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 waste

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]

Breakin' the nine, inside the spot, you know three of them mine

You like one oak, 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 rockin' that out, she tryna get hot

Rubbers on rubbers, I know they get tired

Bought her that ice, and I know she still lyin'

Bought number one on the plane 'cause she fly

Bought number two on the wave she got drive

Bought number three of new Guc', she suck dick

Bought number four and new stick 'cause she fire

Bought number five shit, 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 (Ah, ah, all level)

Yeah (Woo)

Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waste

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)

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