99 Ovrall Lyrics – Tee Grizzley

Read the full 99 Ovrall lyrics by Tee Grizzley from the album They Forgot along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tee Grizzley's music, you can also explore Locked Up In Mexico and How, two other songs by Tee Grizzley.

[Intro]
Let's get it (Let's do it)
Ayy, let's get it (Ayy)

[Verse]
Forty racks, plus some Forgis, n!gga? That's 10K a rim
I can't even zip the duffle, this b!tch filled up to the brim
'Member walking funny, they was laughing like, "Look at him"
I had .22 rifle in my pants leg, that wasn't no limp, n!gga
Told bae, "Don't post nothing with our house, these n!ggas plot" (Don't do it)
Even when they DoorDash, don't grab it 'til they leave the block
My OGs was serving rocks, hitting custos 'round the clock
You call they phone, they like, "What's up? I'm right here, how much you got?" (How much you got?)
Used to set alarms on my phone in middle school like it was ringing
Now it ring so much, I DND this b!tch, turn off my ringer
Sons getting taller, I put all the guns where they can't reach 'em
Doing a hundred, tryna get broski back home, his teller beeping
Tried to give these n!ggas game, certain s*it you just can't teach 'em
P-Paid in Full, I'll Uncle Ice your ass, cut off his finger
First million I got, I ain't gon' lie, I felt like I was dreaming
Second M I got, I was pissed 'cause Pops weren't here to see it
Tenth M, twentieth M, thirtieth M, this s*it different
If you know how much pape' you got, you ain't really rich, n!gga
These so-called real n!ggas be on so much sucker s*it (B!tch-ass n!ggas)
You ain't gotta cuff her, she fu*ked you, boy, I wouldn't touch the b!tch (I wouldn't)
New Supreme Margiela jacket (New Supreme Margiela), make that V12 yell in traffic
We got semis and automatics, pu*sy, where that static?
Soon as the beef hit the internet, let 'em have it
Big chain, bad news gon' beat you home, you try to grab it (Fah)
Take care of your family, praise God, hustle hard and over-ball
Whether it's defense or offense, we 99 overall
You come from where I come from, you could do this s*it, I'm showing y'all (This s*it)
Only a hating-ass n!gga look at it like I'm showing off
We used to hoop on crates
Right there at Auntie Betty house, she let us stay out late
I miss CB, he used to get drunk, let us shoot the K
If we was deep in, we ain't know you, bro, just play it safe
And walk the other way
I'm who set the trends, I ain't the one that's chasing clout (Uh-uh)
N!ggas going to jail on purpose just to make a "First Day Out" (No cap)
Don't work with the law, but in them streets, the law what we lay down
Real D baby, I went to the movies to see 8 Mile, n!gga
7 Mile, better pile, Evergreen, hella fiends
School craft, almighty, we don't like nobody
Joy Road, hundred bowls, fu*k a hundred hoes
6 Mile, brick mile, bring more 'til the world blow
N!gga, Lintwood to P Rock, yeah
Don't worry 'bout what we cop, yeah
Put these boys on the force, they keep doing a police job (Racks)
Done it all like Shawty Lo, Rubberband Man like T.I. (Rubberband Man like T.I.)
Real killer like Big Alvin, real boss like Big Levi (Big Lee)
If you know, you know, if you don't, I won't be the one tell you, yeah
Humans lie, just depend on God, He ain't gon' fail you
N!ggas call my phone, have fake conversations just to ask me to Zelle 'em
All my money tied up, I don't know what to tell 'em, n!gga (Fu*k on, n!gga)

[Outro]
Grizz, b!tch
Ah