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9side Ree - Since He Tuff Lyrics

[Intro: 9side Ree]
Huh, huh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, free the jails, bitch, free the sliders
All these glizzies solvin' problems, we all shooters, ain’t no drivers, nigga
Huh, huh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, free the jails, bitch, 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, bitch, I love when Clappers grieve
Yeah, free the jails, them niggas takin' all my soldiers
Them tables gon' turn or I'm gon' flip them bitches over
Nephew never send no shots, but he trollin'
Left his homie shit laid flat like a token

[Interlude: 9side Ree]
Huh, huh, free the jails, bitch, free the sliders
All these glizzies solvin' problems, we all shooters, ain't no drivers, nigga
Free the jails, bitch, free the sliders
All these glizzies solvin’ problems, we all shooters, ain’t no drivers, nigga (Yeah, uh, uh)

[Verse 1: 9side Ree]
I'ma chase him if he run, can’t no nigga 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 nigga say he on my ass, I text him back and said, "Okay"
I ain't trippin’, I got thirty in this bitch
9side, what you mean? Stephen Curry in this glick
You can run, but I feel bad if you trip, uh
Bro don't miss shots, he DOA shit from the rip
I don't want no fuckin' standard, give me thirty shots
We got B's on them bitches, 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, bitch, I love when Clappers grieve
Yeah, free the jails, them niggas takin' all my soldiers
Them tables gon' turn or I'm gon' flip them bitches over
Nephew never send no shots, but he trollin'
Left his homie shit 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 shit
I really seen a lot of shit, I guess it's just the streets (I guess it's just the streets)
He don't know shit '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 niggas run from me (I bet that nigga see)
Uh, in and out them cars, we be around (We be around)
Every time a nigga diss, another man down (It's another nigga shot)
Brodie hit him with that switch, his body locked, fell to the ground (Nigga 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 shit
Niggas know my body, I jump out that V tryna hit a face (Tryna hit a fuckin' face)
Cruisin' in the bity, wide-body, tryna hop out, chase (Hop out, chase)
All my jump-outs active on our side like fuck y'all niggas think? (Fuck y'all thinkin'?)
When we jumpin' out them rides broad day, watchin' niggas break (Watchin' niggas break)
He drop that diss, he better not let us find out where he stayin' (Where he stayin')
First nigga 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 fuck he get away?)