bam bino (flee team) – allergic to cuffin lyrics
[intro]
you don’t know n0body 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 b-tch are you bugging?
(woo woo woo woo)
[hook][x2]
lil b-tch are you bugging? (what?)
i’m allergic to cuffing
frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit k!llers 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 sh-t nonstop
[verse 1: bam bino]
lil b-tch are you bugging? (what?)
yes she gotta be tripping
4 5 automatic some type of b-tch ratchet
them blocked a few shots had them dipping
h-lla 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 f-ck what they thought
slide on they -sses with cheez nd get lost
b-tch 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 n-gga 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 -ss, they is to k!ll
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 b-tch on my d-ck 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 b-tch are you bugging? (what?)
i’m allergic to cuffing
frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit k!llers 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 sh-t 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 n-ggas
those be the n-ggas start talking to the feds
you tryna lie on me
try me
i’ll leave a motherf-cker dead
gang in this b-tch
lil n-gga ride up and get shot down
leave a n-ggas brains everywhere in this b-tch, when i fly shots round
better drop down
lot of n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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 b-tch are you bugging? (what?)
i’m allergic to cuffing
frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit k!llers 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 sh-t nonstop
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