Lyrics Don't Worry (Clappers) - Slimelife Shawty

Nah for real
Nah for real, nah for real the realest nigga
Free the fucking menace
Yea yea, (hear you) free the rest of the guys though
(This sound like Quel)

Don′t worry 'bout the car I drove
Don′t worry 'bout the car I drive
Don't worry ′bout the bitch I fucked
Don′t worry 'bout the bitch she mine
Don′t worry 'bout the block I bent
When a nigga got hit and he almost died
Don′t worry 'bout the shit I do
I stay in my lane, lil′ bitch I'm a vibe

Creator mode, lil' bitch 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 nigga play with the gang got fried
Nigga free lil′ Fletch, I mean he tried

Free all the opps, don't take it personal
You was in industries 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 nigga in my mix
I′m solid, that's just how I rock
Call me a chauffeur, nah, fuck 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 nigga, 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

Don′t worry ′bout the car I drove
Don't worry ′bout the car I drive
Don't worry ′bout the bitch I fucked
Don't worry ′bout the bitch she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
When a nigga got hit and he almost died
Don′t worry ′bout the shit I do
I stay in my lane, lil' bitch I′m a vibe

Creator mode, lil' bitch 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 nigga play with the gang got fried
Nigga free lil′ Fletch, I mean he tried

Real deal stepper
I′m with steppers
BottomBoy rapper (2B's for life)
Not no rap nigga gon′ slap who
What's wrong with your slappers boy?
You just a yapper
You want attention, come get the clappers
You want attention, come meet the smackers

Fuck ′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 nigga just know I ain′t stallin'

Don′t worry 'bout the car I drove
Don′t worry 'bout the car I drive
Don't worry ′bout the bitch I fucked
Don′t worry 'bout the bitch she mine
Don′t worry 'bout the block I bent
When a nigga got hit and he almost died
Don′t worry 'bout the shit I do
I stay in my lane, lil′ bitch I'm a vibe

Creator mode, lil' bitch 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 nigga play with the gang got fried
Nigga free lil′ Fletch, I mean he tried

Real deal stepper
I'm with steppers
BottomBoy rap 2B′s for life
Not to rap nigga gon' slatt who
What's wrong with your slappers boy?
You just a yapper
You want attention come get the clappers
You want attention go meet the smackers