Lyrics Clappers by 42 Dugg

Don't come around here tryna pop
Who one minute, next minute [?]
really in my pocket
No bands on my wrist, n***a, these watches
Spend my sh*t, gon' need you a doctor
Free my [?]
Nah, for real
Nah, for real, nah, for real, the realest n***a
Free the f**king menace
(Nile, I hear you)
Yeah, yeah, 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 b*t*h I f**ked
Don't worry 'bout the b*t*h she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
Whеn a n***a got hit and he almost died
Don't worry 'bout the sh*t I do
I stay in my lanе lil b*t*h I'm vile
I create a mood, lil' b*t*h 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***a play with the gang got fried
n***a free lil' Fletch, I mean he tried

Had to tell all my steppers, they done least got nines
R.I.P. Neff, last time I cried
still with me, only b*t*h that rode
Stop this b*t*h, damn, free my bro
Glock still fit even though I'm chopping
Drop this b*t*h then explore my options
Say you want the clappers, n***a, I send 'em
Penthouse five, n***a, I'm [?]
Every time I think it's play, I blow
Track outside, limo tints
Ask cuz who cuz, lil' cuz got smoked
All my young n***as still sell dope
Told my bro can't talk on no phone
Think sh*t sweet 'til you up in them zones
You talking to a beast, n***a, watch your tone
b*t*h

Don't worry 'bout the car I drove
Don't worry 'bout the car I drive
Don't worry 'bout the b*t*h I f**ked
Don't worry 'bout the b*t*h she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
When a n***a got hit and he almost died
Don't worry 'bout the sh*t I do
I stay in my lane lil b*t*h I'm vile
Creator mode lil b*t*h 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***a play with the gang got fried
n***a free lil Fletch I mean he tried

Real deal stepper
I'm with steppers
BottomBoy rapper (2B's for life)
Not no rap n***a 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**k '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***a 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 b*t*h I f**ked
Don't worry 'bout the b*t*h she mine
Don't worry 'bout the block I bent
When a n***a got hit and he almost died
Don't worry 'bout the sh*t I do
I stay in my lane lil b*t*h I'm vile
Creator mode lil b*t*h 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***a play with the gang got fried
n***a free lil Fletch I mean he tried

Real deal stepper
I'm with steppers
BottomBoy rap 2B's for life
Not to rap n***a 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