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?)