Ashley Whitaker - Ghetto Gospel lyrics

(Verse 1: Ashley Whitaker) Bang bang bruh here's my letter to the streets Never bowed to defeat never beg on me cuh Just smiled on my knees Imma ghetto super star needle in haystack Dawg that’s me From the ghetto to beach but i'll still slang a iron and that's on dead locs n the EOC Best believe we ain’t never gon speak on what this mofu*ka' done D. I. D Got shot up in the dark leave that ass in the park Soul flyin wit' the stars And hemad I done snatched on his b*tch and tore his pride apart Bruh you shoulda' checked that b*tch right back from the start But luckly i ain't hurt you When this AR15 wanna merk you Beretta show em what that mofu*kin work do Bullets send that ass back back real quick no cerfew Put that b*tch on worldstar Launder that money jus' like I'm in Ozark One down b*tch worth a hundred thousand b*tches 100 real Gs worth 100,000 snitches fu*k a small turf bruh I'm runnin these districts So keep the hoes in check while i’m serving out disses Ain’t my fault that ya b*tch want kisses None of yo business the b*tch fu*ked round got addicted But i ain't even fu*king wit you hoes not a lil su*k on this b*tch kiss on the purple pickle Extended ass bullets i’m sending out missles Send so many shots I ain't gon miss you Revenge taste sweet but lead taste bitter Told you before I'm banging on b*tches Straight banging on snitches Don't give a fu*k if you crippin I did that flip I hit then dip I don’t want that lil bitty b*tch If I did I'm dumb as fu*k Cause now that Lil b*tch throwing my sh*t If you fu*k wit em Then you duck wit em Switch them sides You stuck wit em Yall dummy dum Why you tryna run? How the fu*k you gon out run this gun