Beezy430 - #LamesGetFlames lyrics

[Dead Head Hip-Hop] Cal ain't got bars like that he just don't MC Danglin Ballz got bars son I'll k** your a**, bruh I will k** you, I will literally f**ing k** you I will drive to your house Cal, I don't give a f** I own these streets So Cal is walking on foreign territory This ain't Monopoly bruh, you can't roll them dice again [Intro: Myke C-Town] Yo, it's your boy Myke C-Town, man I didn't even wanna do this sh**, man I don't have time to be f**ing around with wack rappers So I called my boy MC Danglin Ballz to handle this sh** right quick, you know what I'm saying Hey yo, Danglin Ballz What up, mane? Get him [Verse 1] I'm glad this b**h Cal set it off Now I'm 'bout to show the world why your a** is soft Had the nerve to call me out in some sh** a** song Acting like we were tighter than Rick Ross in a thong, bruh Get the f** outta here with that We was cool way back but you have no idea what ruined that Remember that night that I slept at your house Played video games 'til I dozed off on the couch Never told you homie, don't get mad, just listen But your mom came in the room "talking 'bout what's good" Sat there on the couch right next to your boy Talking about "You're Cal's friend but I know you'll enjoy Something a little sweeter than the milk and cookies How's about some of this hot mom nookie" I know it sounds crazy, don't trip, just peep it Your mom threw off her robe showing her Victoria Secrets She was rubbing me and then my pants felt a lift Then she put me in her box like a Christmas gift I tried to fight it, but I couldn't resist Had to get my swerve on like an intoxicated cyclist I'm really sorry Cal but I had no option Your mom took me in like a formal adoption I felt bad afterwards, told your dad after wards Your parents had some words and they kicked me to the curb Next thing I know y'all was moving off my street Your pops was mad your moms like dark meat Don't get mad that I got your mom's drawers And she was all up on these dangling balls [Interlude] Cause yo, it's not my fault man Don't blame me, blame the balls bruh The balls got a mind of their own, you know what I'm saying They like [?] up in this b**h man They move around independently and heads turn, straight up [Verse 2] So now I get a sound where you're dissing me Just because your s**y moms was kissing me And you're talking about how you're missing me Well bruh, let me how sh** be Don't press your luck get f**ed, better duck Cause I'm the type to pull up in a truck Hanging out the window with a shotty so big That it needs two triggers, you saw the vid You need to realize you look crazy in my eyes Going against someone with guns and balls this size My gun so big, Incredible Hulk couldn't hold it It's so f**ing ma**ive that Thor couldn't throw it My gun so big, if I [?] in Washington I could smoke a fool in Michigan or even cap an African You better go back to Kazakhstan, you f**ing stan Know what I'm saying, you need to understand I'm not the one to play with a deflated basketball, man [Outro] But yo, all that talk I need to say this before the song ends Like forreal, like hey dude, I really do wanna be friends I just wanna see your mom again, that's really what it is Like forreal, can we kick it so like I want you to tell your mom something, just tell her "You'll never find as long as you live Someone who f**s you like I do" Word to Lou Rawls, this Danglin Ballz Singing off on this sh** man, f** y'all motherf**ers #LamesGetFlames, LamesGetFlames Shout out to my motherf**ing boy Beezy motherf**ing 430 Dead End Hip-hop, we in this motherf**er #f**Cal, but I'd rather f** Cal's momma Peace [Dead End Hip-Hop] Yo, who you coming at? I'm coming at Cal's neck Who? Cal's neck Who dat? Cal's neck What's his last name? Cal Chuchesta's neck f** that n***a though f** that motherf**er as a staff, record label, and a motherf**ing crew He ain't ready, he ain't ready for this to go down like a f**ing virgin school girl He ain't ready