Lil Baby – Stuff (feat. Travis Scott) Lyrics

Stuff

Lil Baby (feat. Travis Scott)

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"Stuff." - Lil Baby (feat. Travis Scott)

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 07:42 am

Album: WHAM (Extended Version)

Track No: 10

Thirty-six, zero waist
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist
Three on three, my type of date
All this stuff, I might be late
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, wow)
Two hundred hoes, thirty black trucks
All of us known for puttin' on that stuff
I let her go, ain't no handcuff
I get a hard-on when them bands come
These **** 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 toot, I took Adderall
**** act like they us, but they not at all
Copped the baddest shit out, 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 till 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
**** thinkin' they hot, but they Eddy Cane
I've been puttin' on this stuff since my baby frame
Walk around with a dollar, that's pocket change
**** think that you smart till you knock his brain
I done Brabus'd the Rover like I'm La Flame
Me and Ski tryna see who the coldest 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
Three on three, my type of date
All this stuff, I might be late
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, wow)
Breakin' the nine, inside the spot, you know three of 'em 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
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'
Bought 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, wow
Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist
Three on three, my type of date
All this stuff, I might be late
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, wow)
Ooh-ooh-ooh

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones, Jacques Webster II, Wesley Glass, Juke Wong & Josh Goldenberg.

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