[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)
Rat was written by Baby Money & Babys World & Tay B & DeJ Loaf.
Rat was produced by Helluva Beats.