Dead End

Lyrics

[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?)