Big Tymers - Desiigner Caskets lyrics

{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 (?) 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 bi–hes bout to act an a-s Bricks, pounds, pills, weed Went to Hiroshima came back speaking Japanese Sushi, uchi, ni-ga 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 sh** that these ni–as wanna hear from me Real trill bi-ch do a pull-down, hit a lick for me Clearing out your block f-ck yall 9mm (?) sh-t that make these shooters go and k** for me {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, fu–ed, these, hoes Af-ter, our, shows Big, d-cks, we slang Rich, gang wartime, let’s bang I told them pu-sy ni–as 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 Ni-ga, 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 ni-ga 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 ni-ga be with it Trippin back on the designer Simple, fame came with the gang Bizzy what’s bracking (?) town what’s happening MF, yea shawty, with all that (?) Lying around the corner On the road with, Rich gang a long bang boy