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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 n----- 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 n---- treat me like gold, he gon’ eat me like soul food
A n---- treat me like gold, he gon’ eat me like soul food
Been had that b----, yeah, she old news
Been had that b----, yeah, she old news
Bad b----, she don’t eat fast food
Good p----, she don’t eat fast food
Bad b------ got a bad attitude
Couple shots, she gotta use the bathroom

We-we-we’ll bring the chef to you
My n----- 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 b------ in the room, you gotta pick a turn
N----- stab me in my back, but you live and learn
I done seen n----- get killed over those little jokes
My daddy put a n---- on, got killed for the bros
You think it’s strippers in the whip the way we ride with poles
S--- I’m doin’ e’rryday be n-----’ 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, b----, I’m colorblind
Tore up street, it’s easy money, f--- 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, n----- brag about my old b----
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 n---- really blessed
They tried to give her forty Gs, n----- really stressed
I showed a crib from overseas, I thought the bench was pressed
I made a deal for thirty Gs, I had my b---- collect
I skate the plug, can’t really read, still show respect
We made a fortune off them Bs, n----, get some rest
Might send a fortune at your team, hit a n---- 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 n----, took his time on the chin, that’s on that
I can go anywhere, n----, you know Tay steps
And a freak out the country just to get her waist snatched
I f--- n-----’ b------, 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 f----- that little b---- raw and she got BB
In your b---- p---- or the bank is where you see me
Understand I’m pointin’ at n----- like you E.T
Got the best route, we like Waze with this s---
I head off for BME and you paid for the b----
Gave it up in thirty minutes, you spent days with the b----
I hurt your feelings, they had that dad take your b----, 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 n----- 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 b----, yeah, she old news, yeah
Been had that b----, yeah, she old news, yeah