Desiigner Caskets Lyrics - Big Tymers

[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 

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[Verse 1 - Mannie Fresh] 

Hundred, thousand, in a briefcase 

Orange Lamborghini [?] 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, [?], weed 

Went to Hiroshima came back speaking Japanese 

Sushi, uchi, nigga dressed in Gucci 

[?] 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 

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[Chorus] 

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 (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, fucked, these, hoes 

Af-ter, 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] 

I send 'em back in the Designer Casket 

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