เนื้อเพลง Bool, Balm & Bollective - YG

Woke up this morning feelin' bool and balm
Ain't have to drank no drank a n*ggas nerves was balm
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 n*ggas banging real hard
Had to tell them little n*ggas never heard of yall
Tryna make a n*gga lose his composure
Had to hit the gas on em' almost spilled my whole soda
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 n*gga 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 n*ggas, asking for money from these b*tches
When n*ggas start trippin' I be wanna start tripping'
But I'm just bicken and act like the bigger n*gga

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

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 n*gga hit it needy b*tches go schizo
This d*ck 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 p*ssy
Real n*ggas don't get it between d*ck and p*ssy
10 minutes later got a call on my cell
From a n*gga sound like he was fresh outta jail
"Like Aye little n*gga 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 b*tch
My momma raised her right, my little sister got sense"
I told him I ain't test her I just stopped giving' her d*ck
Then I told him f*ck you and hung up like click
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

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 n*gga slap
Right on Oleander right on Spruce we in the back
Now my older homie hollering' at me
Bout some real life sh*t and how its 'sposed to be
So he approaches me, get real close to me
Try to tell me bout some n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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

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