Stuff (feat. Travis Scott)

36, zero waist
Yeah
Yeah

Eight by eight, 36, 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, whoo)

200 hoes, 30 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 too loose, need to tighten up
Took her to Hermès, got her items up
One of them fucked up and then Spider home
Free the guys down the road, got a hockey 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 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 dressin', I'm Stiff Gang
I'm the real, went two million on pinky ring
Come through pimpin' like Pinky without the cane
Niggas 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
Niggas think that you smart 'til you knock his 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, 36, 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, whoo)

Breakin' the nine, inside the spot, you know three of 'em mine
You 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'
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 dick (she suck-)
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

Yeah, one at a time, yeah (one of a kind)
Yeah, yeah, bring 'em all, all, all of 'em
Yeah (whoo)

Eight by eight, 36, 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, whoo)

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Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacques Webster, Wesley Tyler Glass
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