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Yg - Bool

Tom: Gm

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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 
    	

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