De La Ropa Songtext

In a year, I got bigger
Yeah, I swear it's annoying
They see the blue check, now they askin' for pictures
Walk in the bank, I was laughing
That shit had me dead when the teller told me, "Hello, Mister"
Shawty, she told me she loved me
I told that bitch I cannot trust her
These bitches will lie to your face while they crying
I swear to God, that shit is fucked up
Three bitches all my the room and they givin' me head
With my hand on they head like it's duck-duck
I'm not a fitted, no I never capped
On my head, De La Ropa, I feel like a trucker
Better not send me no OnlyFans link
If that shit is not free, I ain't payin' for nothing
Shawty was feelin' on me in the passenger
I said, "fuck it," then fucked on her cousin
She was like, "Nigga, I dont wan't your black ass"
I was like, "Wait 'til you see that McLovin"
I told this just to the plug, and he wanted two-four I finessed him and gave him a dozen

He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
Finessed that boy, got all his racks
Finessed that boy right out his stacks
Finessed that boy right out his racks
Finessed that boy right out his stacks
Finessed that boy right out his pack
Finessed that boy right out his pack
Finessed that boy right out his pack
Finessed that boy right out his pack
Finessed that boy right out his—
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
He ain't gettin' shit, no
Finessed that boy, got all his racks
Finessed that boy right out his stacks
Finessed that boy right out his racks
Finessed that boy right out his stacks
Finessed that boy right out his pack
Finessed that boy right out his pack
Finessed that boy right out his pack
Finessed that boy right out his pack
Finessed that boy right out his— (Pssh)