Rat - DeJ Loaf, Tay B, Baby Money

We-we-we'll bring the chef to you

My niggas cookin' and they cater to

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 just what a hater do

And my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable

And I ain’t accept that, yeah, that’s unacceptable

Her daddy ain’t gangster, your daddy was a rat

Rat, trapped

Yeah, 'cause your daddy wasn’t gangster, your daddy was a rat

Real killers move in silence, no tattoos

Twelve o’clock, youngin' doin' hits on the 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

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 bitches got a bad attitude

Couple shots, she gotta use the bathroom

We-we-we'll bring the chef to you

My niggas cookin' and they cater to

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 just what a hater do

And my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable

And I ain’t accept that, yeah, that’s unacceptable

Her daddy ain’t gangster, your daddy was a rat

Rat, trapped

Yeah, 'cause your daddy wasn’t gangster, your daddy was a rat

Hey

If your daddy was a rat, call you Nicki Burns

It’s at least sixty racks when I lift my arm

So many bitches in the room, you gotta pick a turn

Niggas stab me in my back, but you live and learn

I done seen niggas get killed over those little jokes

My daddy put a nigga on, got killed for the bros

You think it’s strippers in the whip the way we ride with poles

Shit I’m doin' e’rryday be niggas' life goals

If your people was rats, then you’re bloodline

We can’t find out where you at, then your 'cuz dyin'

I just count it out, two hunnid, gave me butterflies

I order steak when I get hungry, get it butterfly

Come back in white hunnids, bitch, I’m colorblind

Tore up street, it’s easy money, fuck the other side

It’s a thirty on your chop, it’s a drum on me

They gon' get nervous in the spot if I come inside

And it’s crazy, niggas brag about my old bitch

I had them hoes homesick from all the 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

My daddy was your vet before you had a vet

I’m thinkin' new Patek, you thinkin' Somerset

My daddy had them keys, still got his set

I made two hunnid off the piece thanks to my connect

Just excuse me if I sneeze, a nigga really blessed

They tried to give her forty Gs, niggas really stressed

I showed a crib from overseas, I thought the bench was pressed

I made a deal for thirty Gs, I had my bitch collect

I skate the plug, can’t really read, still show respect

We made a fortune off them Bs, nigga, get some rest

Might send a fortune at your team, hit a nigga set

Ain’t no abortions in our genes, from my daddy pack

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 steps

And a freak out the country just to get her waist snatched

I fuck niggas' bitches, boy, you can’t hit mine

You ain’t got one kid and I can’t switch mine

Like a fight in the hair salon, you see clips flyin'

My son, daddy, he would never be like 6ix9ine

I hit her and both her friends, that’s a three-peat

You fucked that little bitch raw and she got BB

In your bitch pussy or the bank is where you see me

Understand I’m pointin' at niggas like you E. T

Got the best route, we like Waze with this shit

I head off for BME and you paid for the bitch

Gave it up in thirty minutes, you spent days with the bitch

I hurt your feelings, they had that dad take your bitch, huh

We sell drugs, I’m swipin' too, huh

For some ice, let’s see what your wife would do, go

Straight for the head, somethin' light-light should do

Daddy a rat, I can see the mice in you

We-we-we'll bring the chef to you

My niggas cookin' and they cater to

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 just what a hater do

And my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable

And I ain’t accept that, yeah, that’s unacceptable

Her daddy ain’t gangster, your daddy was a rat

Rat, trapped

Yeah, 'cause your daddy wasn’t gangster, your daddy was a rat

Been had that bitch, yeah, she old news, yeah

Been had that bitch, yeah, she old news, yeah