Don’t Worry (Clappers) lyrics

[Intro]
Nah for real
Nah for real nah for real the realest n*gga
Free the f*cking menace
(Nile, I hear you)
Yea yea free the rest of the guys though
(This sound like Quel)

[Chorus]
Don't worry 'bout the car I drove
Don't worry 'bout the car I drive
Don't worry 'bout the b*tch I f*cked
Don't worry 'bout the b*tch she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
When a n*gga got hit and he almost died
Don't worry 'bout the sh*t I do
I stay in my lane lil b*tch I'm vile
Creator mode lil b*tch I'ma vibe
I'm flashing past them, nobody can ride
I mind my business I do what I do
And I stack up these hundreds, take care of the guys
I'm going all the way there 'bout the slime
I'm going over beyond about mine
Last n*gga play with the gang got fryed
n*gga free lil Fletch I mean he tried
[Verse 1]
Free all the opps, don't take it personal
You wasn't in these streets I never heard of you
I ride with killers you know they'll murder you
I tell 'em go and they come where you are
Nine times outta ten ain't puttin' no n*gga in my mix
I'm solid, that's just how I rock
Call me a chauffeur, nah, f*ck a chauffeur
I'm with lil Minnis, he slap it and park
Should I count all these hundreds, or go kill the opps
You don't bleed how I bleed, boy I bleed the block
You don't see what I see n*gga, I see the top
I'm tryna stop I'm tryna stop
I tried to duck all the beef and the opps
I tried to stay low and stack all the guap
I tried to stay in my lane and keep me sane
But they worrying 'bout me nonstop

[Chorus]
Don't worry 'bout the car I drove
Don't worry 'bout the car I drive
Don't worry 'bout the b*tch I f*cked
Don't worry 'bout the b*tch she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
When a n*gga got hit and he almost died
Don't worry 'bout the sh*t I do
I stay in my lane lil b*tch I'm vile
Creator mode lil b*tch I'ma vibe
I'm flashing past them, nobody can ride
I mind my business I do what I do
And I stack up these hundreds, take care of the guys
I'm going all the way there 'bout the slime
I'm going over beyond about mine
Last n*gga play with the gang got fryed
n*gga free lil Fletch I mean he tried
[Verse 2]
Real deal stepper
I'm with steppers
BottomBoy rapper (2B's for life)
Not no rap n*gga gon' slap who
What's wrong with your slappers boy?
You just yapper
You want attention, come get the clappers
You want attention, come meet the smackers
f*ck 'em we ballin', youngins in charge
I'm still in the hood, I'm good
On ten, don't know how to fall
I came finessin, I want it all
Dead or in jail, I'ma do it for my dawg
Used to play the bench now playing with the ball
Ain't resting no n*gga just know I ain't stallin'

[Chorus]
Don't worry 'bout the car I drove
Don't worry 'bout the car I drive
Don't worry 'bout the b*tch I f*cked
Don't worry 'bout the b*tch she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
When a n*gga got hit and he almost died
Don't worry 'bout the sh*t I do
I stay in my lane lil b*tch I'm vile
Creator mode lil b*tch I'ma vibe
I'm flashing past them, nobody can ride
I mind my business I do what I do
And I stack up these hundreds, take care of the guys
I'm going all the way there 'bout the slime
I'm going over beyond about mine
Last n*gga play with the gang got fryed
n*gga free lil Fletch I mean he tried
[Outro]
Real deal stepper
I'm with steppers
BottomBoy rap 2B's for life
Not to rap n*gga gon' slatt who
What's wrong with your slappers boy
You just yapper
You want attention come get the clappers
You want attention go meet the smackers