Designer Caskets 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

[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