Dead End

[Chorus:] I’m in a trap boy Matching for a dead end Witht them young nigga Gotta bust your end in A got a trap house matching And a fucking code a set And I’m peaking at the people AK With the shoulder scrap Had to fit in It’s a dead end I heard the feds on me You can to A dead end They heard that Gucci nigga Bust that nigga head in And I ain’t got no problem handcuffing a dead man [Verse 1:] Lot of time I was seen in a red benz With a redbone bitch And her red friend And still don’t want me nigga I go war with twenty nigga And all black, low cut Like a ninger nigga I’m in the butler bar Spot, by your mamma house I heard your mom was calling the cops So now I’m moving out The folks on me Imma turn into a hundred hoe I’m in the kitchen Whoppin a chicken Like you walk from home [Chorus] [Verse 2:] RIP to Dunky, was a dear friend HOS for aero music That’s a dead end Abort that mission If that shit don’t bring no bread in I say I’m broke, cause when you stuck They bring the feds in The way I bawl I think I should pay for the redskins See in the streets Ain’t no such thing as a best friend You shopping limits My niggas will be at the west end I’m outta space Like I’m related to the jet skis [Chorus]