Big Tymers — Designer Caskets

[Chorus - Mannie Fresh] I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya, ya, ya) Wrapped in plastic I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya) Wrapped in plastic (ya) Drag him from the river dump his body in the yard (Amen) Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen) Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen) Get right with the Lord, get right with the Lord [Verse 1 - Mannie Fresh] Hundred, thousand, in a briefcase Orange Lamborghini Urus with the dealer plates Told these, hoes, I'll be right back Another hundred thousand spilling out the backpack I, do the, whole, dash Sideways on these bitches bout to act an ass Bricks, pounds, pills, weed Went to Hiroshima came back speaking Japanese Sushi, uchi, nigga dressed in Gucci Xany pills got me feeling like I'm super [?] Send him, back, to his, momma A hundred bullet holes, first 48 dropped him This that real project shit that these niggas wanna hear from me Real trill bitch do a pull-down, hit a lick for me Clearing out your block fuck yall 9mm [?] shit that make these shooters go and kill for me [Chorus] Designer Casket (ya, ya, ya) Wrapped in plastic I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya) Wrapped in plastic (ya) Drag him from the river dump his body in the yard (Amen) Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Fresh) (Amen) Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen) Get right with the Lord, get right with the Lord [Verse 2 - Birdman] I fuck these hoes After our shows Big dicks we slang Rich Gang wartime, let's bang I told them pussy niggas I was coming right back Slap, back, cash, back Long, sticks, automatic straps Hundred G's get a hundred hoes in your lap Lamborghini with the red blood on the floors Suicide, suicide want some mo Cash, money, big, mansion Nigga, hate, holla smack em Third ward told me fame came with the drama Top floor seat so I put it on my mama Rest, in, peace to my daddy Seven three billion streams nigga had to have it [Chorus] Wrapped in plastic I send 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya) Wrapped in plastic (ya) Drag him from the river dump his body in the yard (Amen) Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord ( Amen) Note around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen) Get right with the Lord, get right with the Lord [Outro] Before they could see it, we saw it (ye, ye) Now they know a nigga be with it Trippin back on the designer Simple, fame came with the gang Bizzy what's brackin' [?] town what's happenin' MF, yea shawty, with all that [?] Lying around the corner On the road with, Rich gang a long bang boy