Caskey, Rich The Kid - Casting Couch lyrics
Rich The Kid [Dimitri Leslie Roger] College Park, Georgia, U.S.
[Caskey, Rich The Kid - Casting Couch lyrics]
Whoa, check the box yeah, from the shrooms
I just came to fresh some minds
So much God damn drugs, got me passin' out
I just turned the living room
Into a castin' couch
God damn, ay, touch down in LA
Come to spend the guap
Yeah, time been moving slow, bitch
I'm bendin' clocks
Dip out of the Rarri, hop off in the Lamb
Yeah started this with grams
Caught three hundred grand
Run up a check on them boys
Run up a check on them boys
We too faded to be pouring shit
We the ones making the noise
Run up a check on them boys
Run up a check on them boys
We the ones making the noise
We the ones making the noise
Damn, touch down in the city, faded
I'm high and I done came in peace
Why the fuck they intimidated?
I'm high and I done tried to
Give your shit a chance
Fuck it though, we hate it, just did a 180
All your shit sounding dated
And that shit is goin' plated
My shit goin' gold, crazy
Rico, check up on my phone, look
Watch me work i got a Benz full of purp
And I'm trapping off the chirp
And I'm popping all the Percs, yeah, hey
Turned the hotel lobby to the trap spot
Started this with nothing, I'm a have not
Run up a check on them boys
Run up a check on them boys
We too faded to be pouring shit
We the ones making the noise
Run up a check on them boys
We not in Honda Accords
That thing, we got it off of tours
We tryna be on top of Forbes
Run up a check on them boys, run up a check
Run up a check on them boys
We the ones making the noise
Run up a check on them boys
We not in Honda Accords
We just tryna be on Forbes
Tryna do this shit for tours
Got the Mazi, want the Rolls Royce
Ran up a check on them boys
Rich The Kid on the Forbes
Big house got four floors (What?)
I gotta flex with my chains on, walk around
Too many rings on
Your bitch keep calling the
Same phone, trap work, still goin'
Yeah, yeah, ran up a check and I flex
Tennis diamonds on my neck
Facing too much disrespect
I fuck your bitch in my Yeezy
Trap or die like I'm Jeezy
Two cups like I'm Weezy, money on me
Please believe me
You flexing that Rollie, it's fake
I ain't took her on a date
Ran it up and now I'm straight, I got the i8
I keep them at the computer
I buck a round with my shooter
Fuck it, I might do ya, old bitch
I'd fuck a cougar
Run up a check on them boys, run up a check
Run up a check on them boys
We the ones making the noise
Run up a check on them boys
Run up a check on them boys
We the ones making the noise
We tryna be on top of Forbes
I just came to fresh some minds
So much God damn drugs, got me passin' out
I just turned the living room
Into a castin' couch
God damn, ay, touch down in LA
Come to spend the guap
Yeah, time been moving slow, bitch
I'm bendin' clocks
Dip out of the Rarri, hop off in the Lamb
Yeah started this with grams
Caught three hundred grand
Run up a check on them boys
Run up a check on them boys
We too faded to be pouring shit
We the ones making the noise
Run up a check on them boys
Run up a check on them boys
We the ones making the noise
We the ones making the noise
Damn, touch down in the city, faded
I'm high and I done came in peace
Why the fuck they intimidated?
I'm high and I done tried to
Give your shit a chance
Fuck it though, we hate it, just did a 180
All your shit sounding dated
And that shit is goin' plated
My shit goin' gold, crazy
Rico, check up on my phone, look
Watch me work i got a Benz full of purp
And I'm trapping off the chirp
And I'm popping all the Percs, yeah, hey
Turned the hotel lobby to the trap spot
Started this with nothing, I'm a have not
Run up a check on them boys
Run up a check on them boys
We too faded to be pouring shit
We the ones making the noise
Run up a check on them boys
We not in Honda Accords
That thing, we got it off of tours
We tryna be on top of Forbes
Run up a check on them boys, run up a check
Run up a check on them boys
We the ones making the noise
Run up a check on them boys
We not in Honda Accords
We just tryna be on Forbes
Tryna do this shit for tours
Got the Mazi, want the Rolls Royce
Ran up a check on them boys
Rich The Kid on the Forbes
Big house got four floors (What?)
I gotta flex with my chains on, walk around
Too many rings on
Your bitch keep calling the
Same phone, trap work, still goin'
Yeah, yeah, ran up a check and I flex
Tennis diamonds on my neck
Facing too much disrespect
I fuck your bitch in my Yeezy
Trap or die like I'm Jeezy
Two cups like I'm Weezy, money on me
Please believe me
You flexing that Rollie, it's fake
I ain't took her on a date
Ran it up and now I'm straight, I got the i8
I keep them at the computer
I buck a round with my shooter
Fuck it, I might do ya, old bitch
I'd fuck a cougar
Run up a check on them boys, run up a check
Run up a check on them boys
We the ones making the noise
Run up a check on them boys
Run up a check on them boys
We the ones making the noise
We tryna be on top of Forbes