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Designer Caskets
62
Hip-Hop/Rap
Designer Caskets was released on February 1, 2024 by God Sound / Umbrella Collective as a part of the album Gucci Ghost 3
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Release DateFebruary 1, 2024
LabelGod Sound / Umbrella Collective
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mickey Diamond
Mickey Diamond
Songwriter
Big Ghost Ltd
Big Ghost Ltd
Songwriter

Lyrics

"Bastards"
"Bury you" (Puffer coats from Prada, the flow hotter than, yeah)
"I put a casket together to put yo' a—" (Uh)
Just talkin' that (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aight, I'm ready (What the fuck?)
Huh?
Puffer coats from Prada, the flow hotter than molten lava
Suicide bomber, blew up the buildin' with no survivors
I could've wrote the Bible, Allahu akbar
Seen **** read the Quran with coke in their nostrils
Apostles and disciples, rifles and TECs when they spot you (Brrt)
Mummified, covered in gold like I'm Nosferatu
Kicking nothin' but the gospel, the flow colossal
My rise meteoric, I'm turnin' rappers to fossils
Hold the gat horizontal (boom), golden bottles
Gucci ensemble, pockets chubby like Rosie O'Donnell
Mosey along, my lines hit harder than Shane Mosley (Hah)
One gold ring with the heat like James Posey
Shine like the NBA trophy, diamonds on me
The flow Jay-Z and Jaz-O, Hawaiian Sophie
**** dyin', fly and cozy, designer caskets
Hands on, we bringin' it back (Ah, Gucci Ghost!)
"I'll bury you bastards"
"Bury you bastards" (Yeah)
"I put the casket together to put yo' ass up in it"
"I custom make—"
"High fashion"
"I custom make caskets"
Swing the Excalibur, slay rappers holdin' the gold sword
In '04, we had the trap house bumpin' like cold sores (Ay!)
Ghost town, money so old it got mold spores
The plug used to tell me that keys open up closed doors (They do)
Walk inside the mall with a brick, and buy the whole store (Eat everythin')
Valabasas, stacked denim with racks in 'em
We taxin' 'em, maximum overdrive, blow five bands on Revive
We makin' fans throw their hands in the sky
Look alive, I only plan to survive, damage your mind
Be mindful how you manage your time, and don't waste it (Brrt)
Hot boys turn to cold cases (Gone)
**** disappeared with no traces
It's first 48 when Ghost lace it
Space Ghost in the Wraith
Coast to coast, mix and matchin' designer, I'm so tasteless (I'm so tasteless)
My safe filled with money and gold bracelets (Yo)
Play with my dough, I go ape shit, for real
"I'll bury you bastards"
"Bury you bastards" (Yeah)
"I put the casket together to put yo' ass up in it"
"I custom make—"
"High fashion"
"I custom make caskets"
Let me talk my shit (Ah, Gucci Ghost!)
Nothin' but the, uh-uh-uh-uh
Stashed in my Prada, ****
Where the gold? Huh?
Written by: Big Ghost Ltd, Mickey Diamond
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