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 lit)
All this 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)

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 (ooh)
Got my name from the street, not a microphone
Ain't no sleep, she on toot, I took Adderall
Niggas act like they us, but they not at all
Copped the baddest shit and we forgot the call (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 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 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 lit)
All this 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)

Breakin' the nine, inside the spot, you know three of them mine
You like 1OAK, it ain't one of a kind, three of a kind
Put on my ice, and all three of them 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)

Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist
Three on three, my type of date
All this stuff, I might be late (it's lit)
All this 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)

Ooh-ooh-ooh Writer/s: Dominique Jones, Jacques Webster II, Wesley Glass
Publisher: BILL MODE RICO, Payday Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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