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DeJ Loaf – Rat Lyrics

Rat By DeJ Loaf

Helluva made this beat baby

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