Bambino - Allergic to Cuffin lyrics

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Bambino - Allergic to Cuffin 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 b**h are you bugging? (WOO WOO WOO WOO) [Hook][x2] Lil b**h are you bugging? (What?) I'm allergic to Cuffing Frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit k**ers 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** nonstop [Verse 1: Bam Bino] Lil b**h are you bugging? (What?) Yes she gotta be tripping 4 5 automatic some type of b**h 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 f** what they thought Slide on they a**es with cheez nd get lost b**h 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***a 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 a**, they is to k** 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**h 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 b**h are you bugging? (What?) I'm allergic to Cuffing Frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit k**ers 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** 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***as Those be the n***as start talking to the feds You tryna lie on me Try me I'll leave a motherf**er dead Gang in this b**h Lil n***a ride up and get shot down Leave a n***as Brains everywhere in this b**h, when I fly shots round Better drop down Lot of n***as 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***as 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**h are you bugging? (What?) I'm allergic to Cuffing Frontin is nothing we come in the kingdom wit k**ers 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** nonstop