Rat lyrics

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
We'll bring the chef to you
My n*ggas 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 n*gga treat me like gold, he gon' eat me like soul food
A n*gga treat me like gold, he gon' eat me like soul food
I been had that b*tch, yeah, she old news
Been had that b*tch, yeah, she old news
Bad b*tch, she don't eat fast food
Good pus*y, she don't eat fast food
Bad b*tch, got a bad attitude
Couple shots, she gotta use the bathroom
[Chorus: DeJ Loaf]
We'll bring the chef to you
My n*ggas 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 b*tches in the room, you gotta pick a turn
n*gga stabbed me in my back, but you live and learn
I done seen n*ggas get killed over them little jokes
My daddy put a n*gga on, got killed for the pros
You think it's strippers in the whip the way we ride with poles
sh*t I'm doin' every day be n*ggas' 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, b*tch, I'm colorblind
12 Street, easy money, f*ck 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, n*ggas braggin' 'bout my old b*tch
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 n*gga really blessed (Blessed)
They tried to give him forty G's, n*ggas really stressed (Stressed)
I sold a pill from overseas, I thought that b*tch was pressed
I made a deal for thirty G's, I had my b*tch collect (b*tch)
My Skinner plug can't really read, I still show respect (Yeah)
We made a fortune off them B's, n*gga, get some rest (Chill)
Might send a fortune at your team, hit a n*gga 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 n*gga, took his time on the chin, that's on that
I can go anywhere, n*gga, you know Tay stamped
Send a freak out the country just to get her waist snatched, huh
I f*ck n*ggas' b*tches, 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 f*cked that little b*tch raw and she got BV
In your b*tch pus*y or the bank is where you see me
On the stand pointin' at n*ggas like you E.T.
Got the best route, we like Waze with this sh*t
I hit off BME and you paid for the b*tch
Gave it up in thirty minutes, you spent days with the b*tch
I'll hurt your feelings and have DeJ eat your b*tch, 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 n*ggas 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 b*tch, yeah, she old news (Yeah)
I been had that b*tch, yeah, she old news (Yeah)