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