THE BALM Lyrics

You wanna smoke something?

You don't know who you fucking with Uh

Ugh

Crack

Yola

For Real though

You don't know who you fucking with

I'm the bomb (balm) but don't rub it in

I cut the feet off of all the people you running with

To press play on this you gon' need you an oven mitt

Said the plan wouldn't work but I would hear none of it


Now look at this

I'm in this bitch like a uterus

It's fire like rubbing together two sticks

It's backwards, I stretch you then you go stiff

Get burned on purpose, I'm hoping they catch this

Bless this beat like a priest when I spit this

Hit this—

Weed, when I breathe, smoke exits

Got the best shit

Theirs is stepped on like stairs is

Circle back slow on these clowns—Ferriswheels

Pop corney rappers, no Oroville

Redenbacher you read about me

I ready rock up

Ain't talking' about corn kerns, say I get it popping

I make it look so effortless the way I switch the style up

I wait until the right moment, I got great timing

Sliding on em like mops do

Hands on em, no masseuse

They saying "Bless you" and I ain't even said "Achoo"

Gettin' chips with cheesy bars—nachos

It's a hostile takeover

I snuck over

A Trojan horse, got the gates open

and stormed in like rain pourin

Stole the show like I downloaded a torrent

Trying to see streams but not the kind you see flowin'

Just wait until they see what I show em

Make waves, see (sea) em salty like oceans

I got the antidote but I don't mean COVID

What they need? A double dose of that Yola