YG - Bool, Balm & Bollective lyrics

Woke up this morning feelin' bool and balm
Ain't have to drank no drank
A nigga nerves was calm
Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb?
She got ratchet in the red dress
We had a ball
Then I pulled up at the lights
Some niggas banging real hard
I had to tell them little niggas
"I never heard of y'all"
Tried to make a nigga lose his composure
I had to hit the gas on em'
I almost spilled my whole soda
Still in motion
Can't let 'em get the best of me
My curve skills on deck, they want my 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 doin' detention
Sittin' in prison away from my niggas
Asking for money from these bitches
When niggas start trippin'
I be wantin' to start trippin'
But, I'm just bick it and
Act like the bigger nigga

'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 Pammy someone I used to dig out
I stopped diggin', she started trippin'
I had to dip out smashin' out the driveway
She threw a brick at my window
So I stopped and she ran up and keyed my '64
See when a real nigga hit it
Needy bitches go schizo'
This dick is not a rental
Should of knew from get-go
Get, get-go, get, get, get-go
I'm friendly like Casper but I wait
'til I hit to get ghost
She called her brother on me
Stacy from The Wood but I ain't pussy
Real niggas don't get in
Between dick and pussy
Ten minutes later, got a call on my cell
From a nigga sound like he
Was fresh outta jail
Like, "Ayy, little nigga
Don't put your hands on my sister
'Cause, I just gotta outta jail
For manslaughter with a butcher
And she ain't no hooker, she ain't no bitch
My mama raised her right
My little sister got sense" i told him
"I ain't touched her I just
Stopped giving' her dick" then I told him
"Fuck 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

Got a call a little later 'bout this and that
All drama, had to hang up, like
"This is wack"
I shouldn't be talkin' on the phone either
'cause I'm strapped
If the police pull me over
My Black ass goin' back
And that's right up they alley
But I ain't a alley cat
I'm a red nosed pit bull, matter of fact
Turned on some Jeezy
That's what street niggas slap
Right on Oleander, left on Spruce
We in the back
Now my older homie hollerin' at me
'Bout some real life shit and
How it's supposed to be
So he approaches me, get real close to me
Tried to tell me 'bout some
Niggas that's close to me
So 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"

'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

Girl, I'm tryna go out
Oh yeah, girl, my kids, huh?
I'ma drop they bad asses off
At they granny house see?
Shit, she'll watch they ass
For the whole weekend
That's where it all start
They ain't got no morals
Girl, you talkin' bout Derek?
These bitches, who supposed to be our ladies
I fucked him and Eric
They ain't even know, bitch
They'll hit your best friend and
Feel numb about it
Girl, they fuck who they want
Why we can't fuck who we want?
No self-respect