verse 1
Gm
Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm
F Cm
Ain’t have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was calm
Gm
Was it cause last night I had some bomb
F Gm
She got ratchet in the red dress we had a bomb
Cm Gm
Then I pulled up at the lights them niggas banging real hard
I had to tell them little niggas I never heard of yall
Gm
Tryna make a nigga lose his composure
I had to hit the gas on em’ almost spilled my whole soda
Gm F
Still in motion, can't let em get the best of me
Cm F
My curve skills on deck they want the recipe
Gm
They like how you do it and then keep it movin’
Cmause see me I usually lose it
F Cm
When nigga act stupid, like he ain’t know my record ruthless
Cm
Actin’ like he with the business but he ain’t worth me down’ detention
F
Sittin’ in prison waiting’ for my niggas,
Gm
asking for money from these bitches
Gm
When niggas start trippin’ I be wanna start tripping’
But I’m just bicken and act like the bigger nigga
Hook
Cmause
Cm F Gm
I’m bool, balm and bollective
F
I’m bool, balm and bollective
Cm F
I’m bool, balm and bollective
I’m bool, balm, and bollective
F
I’m bool, balm and bollective
I’m bool, balm and bollective
Gmb9 Gm
I’m bool, balm and bollective
I’m bool, balm, and bollective
verse 2
Gm Cm
So I pull up at Pammy House
Pammy stay next to my family house
Gm
And tell you something I used to dig out
Cm
I stopped digging she start tripping I had to dip out
Gm
Smashin' out of the driveway she threw a brick at my window
F
So I stopped she ran up and Keyed my 6-4
Gm
See when a real nigga hit it needy bitches go schizo
This dick is not a rental, should of knew from get go
F
Get get go, get, get get go
Cm Gm
I’m friendly like Cmasper but I wait until I hit to get ghost
Gm
She called her brother on me, Stacy from The Wood but I ain’t pussy
Cm
Real niggas don’t get it between dick and pussy
Gm Cm F
10 minutes later got a call on my cell
Gm
From a nigga sound like he was fresh outta jail
Gm
“Like Aye little nigga don’t put your hands on my sister
Cm
Cmause I just gotta outta jail
For manslaughter with a butcher
Gm
And she ain’t no hooker, she ain’t no bitch
F
My momma raised her right, my little sister got sense"
Gm
I told him I ain’t touch her I just stopped giving’ her dick
F
Then I told him, "Fuck you!" and hung up like click
Hook
Cmause
Cm F Gm
I’m bool, balm and bollective
F
I’m bool, balm and bollective
Cm F
I’m bool, balm and bollective
I’m bool, balm, and bollective
F
I’m bool, balm and bollective
I’m bool, balm and bollective
Gmb9 Gm
I’m bool, balm and bollective
I’m bool, balm, and bollective
verse 3
Gm
Gotta call little later bout this and that
Cm
All drama, have to hang up like this is wack
Gm
I shouldn’t be talking’ on the phone either cause I’m strapped
If the police pull me over, my black ass goin’ back
Gm
And thats right up they alley, but I ain't a alley cat
I’m a red nose pitbull matter of fact
Gm Cm
Turns on some Jeezy that's what street nigga slap
Gm
Right on Oleander left on Spruce we in the back
Gm
Now my older homie hollering’ at me
Bout some real life shit and how its ‘sposed to be
Gm
So he approaches me, get real close to me
Cm
Try to tell me bout some niggas thats close to me
Gm Cm
So I listen and I listen
F
And I had to put my bid in
Gm
Cman’t keep it real with some niggas that ain’t real with me
N.Cm.
He said to keep it P you is right
They ain’t never bool they better respect your life
Hook
Cmause
Cm F Gm
I’m bool, balm and bollective
F
I’m bool, balm and bollective
Cm F
I’m bool, balm and bollective
I’m bool, balm, and bollective
F
I’m bool, balm and bollective
I’m bool, balm and bollective
Gmb9 Gm
I’m bool, balm and bollective
I’m bool, balm, and bollective