Allergic to Cuffin by Bam Bino (Flee Team) Lyrics
[Intro]
You don't know nobody no more?
I know you but last time I was tryna talk to you, I was tryna cuff and you wasn't wit it
ACHOO! You know I'm allergic to Cuffing
What that mean?
[Pre-Hook]
Lil bitch are you bugging?
(WOO WOO WOO WOO)
[Hook][x2]
Lil bitch are you bugging? (What?)
I'm allergic to Cuffing
Frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit killers my shooters be drumming
And we shook up the block
Have 30s with 40s and not with the nafta
Dope get put in the pot
Neighbors be calling police and shit nonstop
[Verse 1: Bam Bino]
Lil bitch are you bugging? (What?)
Yes she gotta be tripping
4 5 automatic some type of bitch ratchet
Them blocked a few shots had them dipping
Hella cash out the Bando
Stay with this pistol on me cause I can though
Where you from is your handle
Say you want block, and go crazy like Rambo
And fuck what they thought
Slide on they asses with cheez nd get lost
Bitch I floss like a boss
Jug and Finesse
I'm not some first cause
In the kitchen whipping that
Cash out cause I know imma get it back
Boy it don't take much to get a nigga clapped
Got a beam watch me put it through his fitted cap
Take a tour I'm gunnin for you
Got some shottas that'll pop ya ass, they is to kill
Most of them I can't trust them, they ain't really wit it
Lot of labels on my line tryna make a deal
I wake up and flex
Your bitch on my dick cause she heard I'm up next
She a fool wit her neck
Tell Broski chill out he too hot with that tech
[Hook][x2]
Lil bitch are you bugging? (What?)
I'm allergic to Cuffing
Frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit killers my shooters be drumming
And we shook up the block
Have 30s with 40s and not with the nafta
Dope get put in the pot
Neighbors be calling police and shit nonstop
[Verse 2: Bukkz Balla]
Real shine know the ops want me dead
That's why I'm giving out free shots like its liquor
Take a couple to the head
I never chill with new niggas
Those be the niggas start talking to the feds
You tryna lie on me
Try me
I'll leave a motherfucker dead
Gang in this bitch
Lil nigga ride up and get shot down
Leave a niggas Brains everywhere in this bitch, when I fly shots round
Better drop down
Lot of niggas hating I got guap now
Rocky got the 40 you can pop now
Silence on the 30, yo make yourself a box now
I can spot an op inside my little hounds
My niggas be bugging
We got 30 for 30s it's nothing
My bro gonna be gunning
Take the shots to ya chest
Robotussin
Drop the Ls for the looters
Smokin 6 out the zip when I'm jugging
The max track was the shoota
Free the bro with the tech he was bugging
[Hook][x2]
Lil bitch are you bugging? (What?)
I'm allergic to Cuffing
Frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit killers my shooters be drumming
And we shook up the block
Have 30s with 40s and not with the nafta
Dope get put in the pot
Neighbors be calling police and shit nonstop
You don't know nobody no more?
I know you but last time I was tryna talk to you, I was tryna cuff and you wasn't wit it
ACHOO! You know I'm allergic to Cuffing
What that mean?
[Pre-Hook]
Lil bitch are you bugging?
(WOO WOO WOO WOO)
[Hook][x2]
Lil bitch are you bugging? (What?)
I'm allergic to Cuffing
Frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit killers my shooters be drumming
And we shook up the block
Have 30s with 40s and not with the nafta
Dope get put in the pot
Neighbors be calling police and shit nonstop
[Verse 1: Bam Bino]
Lil bitch are you bugging? (What?)
Yes she gotta be tripping
4 5 automatic some type of bitch ratchet
Them blocked a few shots had them dipping
Hella cash out the Bando
Stay with this pistol on me cause I can though
Where you from is your handle
Say you want block, and go crazy like Rambo
And fuck what they thought
Slide on they asses with cheez nd get lost
Bitch I floss like a boss
Jug and Finesse
I'm not some first cause
In the kitchen whipping that
Cash out cause I know imma get it back
Boy it don't take much to get a nigga clapped
Got a beam watch me put it through his fitted cap
Take a tour I'm gunnin for you
Got some shottas that'll pop ya ass, they is to kill
Most of them I can't trust them, they ain't really wit it
Lot of labels on my line tryna make a deal
I wake up and flex
Your bitch on my dick cause she heard I'm up next
She a fool wit her neck
Tell Broski chill out he too hot with that tech
[Hook][x2]
Lil bitch are you bugging? (What?)
I'm allergic to Cuffing
Frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit killers my shooters be drumming
And we shook up the block
Have 30s with 40s and not with the nafta
Dope get put in the pot
Neighbors be calling police and shit nonstop
[Verse 2: Bukkz Balla]
Real shine know the ops want me dead
That's why I'm giving out free shots like its liquor
Take a couple to the head
I never chill with new niggas
Those be the niggas start talking to the feds
You tryna lie on me
Try me
I'll leave a motherfucker dead
Gang in this bitch
Lil nigga ride up and get shot down
Leave a niggas Brains everywhere in this bitch, when I fly shots round
Better drop down
Lot of niggas hating I got guap now
Rocky got the 40 you can pop now
Silence on the 30, yo make yourself a box now
I can spot an op inside my little hounds
My niggas be bugging
We got 30 for 30s it's nothing
My bro gonna be gunning
Take the shots to ya chest
Robotussin
Drop the Ls for the looters
Smokin 6 out the zip when I'm jugging
The max track was the shoota
Free the bro with the tech he was bugging
[Hook][x2]
Lil bitch are you bugging? (What?)
I'm allergic to Cuffing
Frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit killers my shooters be drumming
And we shook up the block
Have 30s with 40s and not with the nafta
Dope get put in the pot
Neighbors be calling police and shit nonstop