Rat

Lyrics

[Intro] (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Chorus: DeJ Loaf] We'll bring the chef to you My niggas cookin' and they cater too For these tips, let's see what a waiter, huh For these chips, let's see what a hater do, huh Get killed, that's usually what a hater do If my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable And I ain't accept that, yeah, it's unacceptable Your daddy ain't gangster, your daddy was a rat Rat, trapped Yeah, 'cause your daddy wasn't gangster, your daddy was a rat [Verse 1: DeJ Loaf] Real killers move in silence, no tattoo Twelve o'clock, youngin doin' hits on a Mongoose Had it up to here, I'm in snow boots A nigga treat me like gold, he gon' eat me like soul food A nigga treat me like gold, he gon' eat me like soul food I been had that bitch, yeah, she old news Been had that bitch, yeah, she old news Bad bitch, she don't eat fast food Good pussy, she don't eat fast food Bad bitch, got a bad attitude Couple shots, she gotta use the bathroom [Chorus: DeJ Loaf] We'll bring the chef to you My niggas cookin' and they cater too For these tips, let's see what a waiter, huh For these chips, let's see what a hater do, huh Get killed, that's usually what a hater do If my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable And I ain't accept that, yeah, it's unacceptable Your daddy ain't gangster, your daddy was a rat Rat, trapped Yeah, 'cause your daddy wasn't gangster, your daddy was a rat [Verse 2: Baby Money] Hey, if your daddy was a rat, call you Nicky Barnes It's at least sixty racks when I lift my arm So many bitches in the room, you gotta pick a turn Nigga stabbed me in my back, but you live and learn I done seen niggas get killed over them little jokes My daddy put a nigga on, got killed for the pros You think it's strippers in the whip the way we ride with poles Shit I'm doin' every day be niggas' life goals If your people was a rat, it's in your bloodline We can't find out where you at, then your cuz dyin' I just counted out two hundred, gave me butterflies I order steak when I get hungry, get it butterflied Countin' black and white hundreds, bitch, I'm colorblind 12 Street, easy money, fuck the other side It's a thirty on your chop, it's a drum on mine They gon' get nervous in the spot if I come inside And it's crazy, niggas braggin' 'bout my old bitch I had them hoes homesick from all them road trips I put M30s in her skirt, told her, "Hold this" I got a Uzi in this vert, spray the whole clip It's easy money [Verse 3: Babys World] My daddy was your vet before you had a vet I'm thinkin' new Patek, you thinkin' Somerset (90s) My daddy had them keys, still got a set (Keys) I made two hundred off the P's thanks to my connect (Thanks) Just excuse me if I sneeze, a nigga really blessed (Blessed) They tried to give him forty G's, niggas really stressed (Stressed) I sold a pill from overseas, I thought that bitch was pressed I made a deal for thirty G's, I had my bitch collect (Bitch) My Skinner plug can't really read, I still show respect (Yeah) We made a fortune off them B's, nigga, get some rest (Chill) Might send a fortune at your team, hit a nigga set (Hell) Ain't no abortions in our genes from my daddy pack [Verse 4: Tay B] Huh, yeah, my daddy gangster and he rich, that's a fact Real nigga, took his time on the chin, that's on that I can go anywhere, nigga, you know Tay stamped Send a freak out the country just to get her waist snatched, huh I fuck niggas' bitches, boy, you can't hit mine You ain't got one kit and I can switch mine Like a fight in the hair salon, you see clips flyin' My son daddy, he'll never be like 6ix9ine I hit her and both of her friends, that's a three-peat You fucked that little bitch raw and she got BV In your bitch pussy or the bank is where you see me On the stand pointin' at niggas like you E.T. Got the best route, we like Waze with this shit I hit off BME and you paid for the bitch Gave it up in thirty minutes, you spent days with the bitch I'll hurt your feelings and have DeJ eat your bitch, huh We sell drugs, some swipin' too, huh For some ice, let's see what your wife'll do Go straight for the head somethin' like lice'll do Your daddy a rat, I can see the mice in you [Chorus: DeJ Loaf] We'll bring the chef to you My niggas cookin' and they cater too For these tips, let's see what a waiter, huh For these chips, let's see what a hater do, huh Get killed, that's usually what a hater do If my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable And I ain't accept that, yeah, it's unacceptable Your daddy ain't gangster, your daddy was a rat Rat, trapped Yeah, 'cause your daddy wasn't gangster, your daddy was a rat [Outro: DeJ Loaf] I been had that bitch, yeah, she old news (Yeah) I been had that bitch, yeah, she old news (Yeah)