Dead End

[Intro]

808 Mafia

This beat is so, so Metro

Yeah (Cut it up)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I'm in the trap boy mansion on a dead end (Dead)

Wit' them young niggas that'll bust your head in (Your head)

I got a trap house mansion in the fuckin' cul-de-sac (Huh?)

And I'm peepin' out the peephole, AK wit' the shoulder scrap (Grrow, grrow)

Had to fit in (Huh?), it's a dead end (Nigga, nigga)

I heard the feds on me, you came to a dead end (What?)

They heard that Gucci Mane just bust a nigga head in (Woo)

And they ain't got no problem handcuffin' a dead man (Nigga, what?)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Last time, I was seen in a red Benz (Woo)

Wit' a redbone bitch and her red friend (Woo)

Extendo on me, nigga, I go war wit' twenty, nigga (Fa, bow)

In all black, locced out, like a ninja, nigga (Catch up)

I'm in that butler bar spot by yo' mama house (Skrrt)

I heard yo' mom was callin' the cops, so now I'm movin' out (Woo, woo)

The folks on me, I'ma turn it to a haunted house (Yeah)

I'm in the kitchen whippin' the chicken like it's Waffle House

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Sy Ari da Kid]

I'm in the trap boy mansion on a dead end (Dead)

Wit' them young niggas that'll bust your head in (Your head)

I got a trap house mansion in the fuckin' cul-de-sac (Huh?)

And I'm peepin' out the peephole, AK wit' the shoulder scrap (Grrow, grrow)

Had to fit in (Huh?), it's a dead end (Somethin' Out of Nothin, nigga, nigga)

I heard the feds on me ([?] S.O.O.N.), you came to a dead end (What? Guwop, what it do, nigga?)

They heard that Gucci Mane just bust a nigga head in (Sy Ari da Kid, woo)

And they ain't got no problem handcuffin' a dead man (OK, nigga, what?)

[Verse 2: Sy Ari da Kid & Gucci Mane]

R.I.P. to Dunk, he was a dear friend (Dunk)

Bitch, don't ask 'bout Arrogant Music, that's a dead end (Fttt)

Abort that mission if that shit don't bring no bread in (Woo, woo)

I say I'm broke, 'cause when you stuck, they bring the feds in (Woo, woo)

The way I ball, I think I should play for the Redskins (Skrrt)

See in the streets, ain't no such thing as a best friend (Brrt)

You shopping Lenox, my niggas be at the Westin (Hood)

I'm outta space, like I relate to the Jetsons (Yeah)

OK

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Sy Ari da Kid]

I'm in the trap boy mansion on a dead end (Woo, woo, dead, woo, woo)

Wit' them young niggas that'll bust your head in (Your head)

I got a trap house mansion in the fuckin' cul-de-sac (Huh?)

And I'm peepin' out the peephole, AK wit' the shoulder scrap (Grrow, grrow)

Had to fit in (Huh?), it's a dead end (Nigga, nigga)

I heard the feds on me, you came to a dead end (What?)

They heard that Gucci Mane just bust a nigga head in (Woo)

And they ain't got no problem handcuffin' a dead man (Nigga, what?)