Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bool, Balm & Bollective , by - YG. Release date: 16.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bool, Balm & Bollective |
| 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 bomb |
| 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 I 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 |
| 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 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 until 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 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 |
| For 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 touch 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 |
| 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 that’s what street nigga slap |
| Right on Oleander left 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 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 |