YG - Bool, Balm & Bollective

[Verse 1]

Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm

Ain’t have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was calm

Was it cause last night I had some bom

She got ratchet in the red dress we had a bomb

Then I pulled up at the lights them niggas banging real hard

I had to tell them little niggas never heard of yall

Tryna make a nigga lose his composure

I had to hit the gas on em’ almost spilled my whole soda

Still in motion, can't let em get the best of me

My curve skills on deck they want the recipe

They like how you do it and then keep it movin’

Cause see me I usually lose it

When nigga act stupid, like he ain’t know my record ruthless

Actin’ like he with the business but he ain’t worth me down’ detention

Sittin’ in prison waiting’ for my niggas, asking for money from these bitches

When niggas start trippin’ I be wanna start tripping’

But I’m just bicken and act like the bigger nigga


[Hook]

Cause

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm, and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm, and bollective


[Verse 2]

So I pull up at Pammy House

Pammy stay next to my family house

And tell you something I used to dig out

I stopped digging she start tripping I had to dip out

Smashin' out of the driveway she threw a brick at my window

So I stopped she ran up and Keyed my 6-4

See when a real nigga hit it needy bitches go schizo

This dick is not a rental, should of knew from get go

Get go, get, get get go

I’m friendly like Casper but I wait until I hit to get ghost

She called her brother on me straight from the ? But I ain’t pussy

Real niggas don’t get it between dick and pussy

10 minutes later got a call on my cell

From a nigga sound like he was fresh outta jail

“Like Aye little nigga don’t put your hands on my sister

Cause I just gotta outta jail

With manslaughter with a butcher

And she ain’t no hooker, she ain’t no bitch

My momma raised her right, my little sister got sense"

I told him I ain’t test her I just stopped giving’ her dick

Then I told him fuck you and hung up like click

Cause


[Hook]

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm, and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm, and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm, and bollective


[Verse 3]

Gotta call little later bout this and that

All drama, have to hang up like this is wack

I Shouldn’t be talking’ on the phone either cause I’m strapped

If the police pull me over, my black ass goin’ back

And thats right up they alley, but I ain't a alley cat

I’m a red nose pitbull matter of fact

Turns on some jeezy thats what street nigga slap

Right on Oleander right on Spruce we in the back

Now my older homie hollering’ at me

Bout some real life shit and how its ‘sposed to be

So he approaches me, get real close to me

Try to tell me bout some niggas thats close to me

So I listen and I listen and I listen

And I had to put my bid in

Can’t keep it real with some niggas that ain’t real with me

He said to keep it P you is right

They ain’t never bool they better respect your life


[Hook]

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm, and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm, and bollective

I’m bool, balm and bollective

I’m bool, balm, and bollective