Casting Couch - Caskey, Rich The Kid

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