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since he tuff - 9side ree lyrics

[intro: 9side ree]
huh, huh, ayy
ayy, ayy, free the jails, b*tch, free the sliders
all these glizzies solvin’ problems, we all shooters, ain’t no drivers, n*gga
huh, huh, ayy
ayy, ayy, free the jails, b*tch, free the sliders, yeah
uh, uh, ayy, ayy
uh, ayy, ayy, uh

[chorus: 9side ree]
we gon’ do that boy so bad, uh, since he tough
dissin’ on my brothers, now it’s clappers in my dutch
clappers in my backwood, clappers in my weed
i love when clappers die, b*tch, i love when clappers grieve
yeah, free the jails, them n*ggas takin’ all my soldiers
them tables gon’ turn or i’m gon’ flip them b*tches over
nephew never send no shots, but he trollin’
left his homie sh*t laid flat like a token

[interlude: 9side ree]
huh, huh, free the jails, b*tch, free the sliders
all these glizzies solvin’ problems, we all shooters, ain’t no drivers, n*gga
free the jails, b*tch, free the sliders
all these glizzies solvin’ problems, we all shooters, ain’t no drivers, n*gga (yeah, uh, uh)

[verse 1: 9side ree]
i’ma chase him if he run, can’t no n*gga get away, uh
smokin’ on that booga pack, that’s how i start my day, uh
we just lost two shooters, free curry, free klay
a n*gga say he on my ass, i text him back and said, “okay”
i ain’t trippin’, i got thirty in this b*tch
9side, what you mean? stephen curry in this gl!ck
you can run, but i feel bad if you trip, uh
bro don’t miss shots, he doa sh*t from the rip
i don’t want no f*ckin’ standard, give me thirty shots
we got b’s on them b*tches, we got dirty glocks
he keep talkin’ like he steppin’, but i know he not
he survived, but i burnt his ass, i know he hot
[chorus: 9side ree]
we gon’ do that boy so bad, uh, since he tough
dissin’ on my brothers, now it’s clappers in my dutch
clappers in my backwood, clappers in my weed
i love when clappers die, b*tch, i love when clappers grieve
yeah, free the jails, them n*ggas takin’ all my soldiers
them tables gon’ turn or i’m gon’ flip them b*tches over
nephew never send no shots, but he trollin’
left his homie sh*t laid flat like a token

[interlude: lilrizz9]
jump*out, jump*out, jump*out, jump*out, jump*out gang

[verse 2: lilrizz9]
jump*out gang, we jumpin’ out to take that risk
the way bro tap that switch, it ain’t no duckin’ from that sh*t
i really seen a lot of sh*t, i guess it’s just the streets (i guess it’s just the streets)
he don’t know sh*t ’bout hoppin’ in that v, go tie your cleats (go tie your cleats)
it’s a lot of b’s up in this whip, no, you can’t get a seat (no, you can’t get a seat)
i catch a c, bet he gon’ see why n*ggas run from me (i bet that n*gga see)
uh, in and out them cars, we be around (we be around)
every time a n*gga diss, another man down (it’s another n*gga shot)
brodie hit him with that switch, his body locked, fell to the ground (n*gga fell to the ground)
you know the rest, they stood on top and gave him thirty extra rounds
they gave him thirty extra rounds
brodie hit him with that switch, his body locked, fell to the ground (brrt)
jump*out gang, we jumpin’ out to take that risk
the way bro tap that switch, it ain’t no duckin’ from that sh*t
n*ggas know my body, i jump out that v tryna hit a face (tryna hit a f*ckin’ face)
cruisin’ in the bity, wide*body, tryna hop out, chase (hop out, chase)
all my jump*outs active on our side like f*ck y’all n*ggas think? (f*ck y’all thinkin’?)
when we jumpin’ out them rides broad day, watchin’ n*ggas break (watchin’ n*ggas break)
he drop that diss, he better not let us find out where he stayin’ (where he stayin’)
first n*gga walk up out that crib, we hoppin’ out that j (we hoppin’ out)
bullets flyin’ where he live, flyin’ where he lay
did billy five times with sig, but he still got away (hey, how the f*ck he get away?)

- 9side ree lyrics

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