Rat

[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)