Stuff – English Lyrics

• By: Lil Baby, Travis Scott

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the world of modern Atlanta and Houston street slang through 'Stuff' by Lil Baby and Travis Scott. This song is a perfect gateway for learners to understand contemporary African American Vernacular English (AAVE), rhythmic flow, and the linguistic markers of modern American hip-hop culture.

[English]

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

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott] 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)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Travis Scott] 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 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 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

[Chorus: Travis Scott] 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)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott] 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) [Chorus: Travis Scott] 

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)

[Outro: Travis Scott] Ooh