Bandup Gotti - Make It Simple

We can make it simple
Fuck the sentimental shit
I flourish out the trenches
I fuck she fucking with me
I made my own lane out
Streets wicked follow me yeah
Can go to overseas now
I'm switching up my digits
I pass on it it's tempting me
She use to leave me drenched and shit
Cold as hell who sicker
She told she me was different
Pull up in that different bag exotic bitch no Jansport
Want it you gotta pray for it this ain't the bitch asked for
I might blow the dashboard
They might need the task force
Winning why you mad though
Only gave a sample
My block under example
Been in this shit since pampers
No problems we can't tackle
Say fuck it go and count it up
I pop out on a bounty hunt
Too humble I don't brag enough
We owners no one backing us
I stay so far from regular
Got so tired of telling her
I'm on another level
Where we go we go together
To the top I brought them rebels
We can make it simple
Fuck the sentimental shit
I flourish out the trenches
I fuck she fucking with me
I Made my own lane out
Streets wicked follow me yeah
Can go to overseas now
I'm switching up my digits
We can make it simple
Fuck the sentimental shit
I flourish out the trenches

Written by:
Miles Barrett

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