verse 1 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’ Cmause 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 Hook Cmause 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 Gmb9 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 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 Cmasper 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 Cmause 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 Hook Cmause 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 Gmb9 I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective verse 3 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 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 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 Gmb9 I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective