Big Tymers - Designer Caskets lyrics
[Big Tymers - Designer Caskets lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
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
(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
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
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
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
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
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