YG — Bool Balm & Bollective

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] '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 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" [Chorus] '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 3] 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 its 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" [Chorus] '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 [Spoken Outro: Woman 1, Woman 2 & YG] 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