Dej Loaf, Tay B, Babys World, Baby Money - Rat (It’s a Set Up!) lyrics

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

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

Real killers move in silence, no tattoo
Twelve o'clock
Youngin doin' hit's 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

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

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

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

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 ET
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

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

I been had that bitch, yeah, she old news
(yeah)
I been had that bitch, yeah, she old news
(yeah)