YG - Bool, Balm & Bollective lyrics

Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm Ain’t have to drank no drank a n***as nerves was balm Was it cause last night I had some bum She got ratchet in the red dress we had a bomb Then I pulled up at the lights them n***as banging real hard Had to tell them n***as never heard of yall Tryna make a n***a lose his composure Had to hit the gas on em’ almost spilled my soda My curve sk**s 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***a 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***as, asking for money from these b**hes When n***as start trippin’ I be wanna start tripping’ But I’m just bicken and act like the bigger n***a 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 64 See when a real n***a hit it needy b**hes 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 p**y Real n***as don’t get it between dick and p**y 10 minutes later got a call on my cell From a n***a sound like he was fresh outta jail “Like Aye little n***a 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**h 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 f** 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 a** 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***a slap Right on leanna right on Spruce we in the back Now my older homie hollering’ at me Bought some real life sh** and how its ‘sposed to be So he approaches me, get real close to me Try to tell me bout some n***as 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***as 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