Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Casting Couch, artist - Caskey. Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Casting Couch |
| 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 |