Stuff

[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

SONG MEANING

In “Stuff,” Lil Baby and Travis Scott join forces to deliver a high-energy anthem about luxury, status, and emotional detachment. The song’s title—“Stuff”—is a play on the materialism and chaos that surrounds their lifestyles, referencing everything from money and designer clothes to women, weapons, and drugs. Lil Baby’s verses reflect his rise from the trenches to wealth, emphasizing that the “stuff” he owns now is both a reward and a shield in a world where loyalty is scarce. He touches on paranoia, power, and his need to stay armed and alert, even in comfort. Travis Scott complements the theme with his signature trippy, atmospheric flow, adding a surreal layer to the song that blurs fantasy and reality. Together, they create a dark flex anthem where “stuff” becomes more than just possessions—it’s armor in a cold, untrusting world.