Carlito SF - LA (Renty Man) [feat. Picachu] Lyrics

Used to have some dreams of dashing
Years passed and it's still looking attractive
I am from New York so I always pull up flashing
Do not rock no Vanson but sporty with the fashion
Every time I'm in LA I touchdown & i'm asking
Renty man, what you got?
AMG, truck or drop
Double Rs, Rovers, stop
I'll come get it off the lot
Renty man, what you got?
AMG, truck or drop?
Double Rs, Rovers, stop
I'll come get it off the lot
I'm just tryna have some fun, there's been too many wakes man
Breaks from New York City, I see too many people fake
Too many niggas jealous, sneak in practice for the game plan
I keep a bag on me, glizz too heavy for my f*cking waist
Got something to tell me you could tell me to my face, bitch
Bout 20 girls love me, I don't ever have to chase em
Vs like double As, f*ck up dP, then we replace em
I'm always standing out but I'm never out of place, weird
Whoa whoa, bitch I'm blessed
What you thought? I'm up next
What whip should I push next?
Spaceships like I'm a Jetson
I8 callin', shorty sexting
If I mac, just count my blessings
Bron and Cavs is how I left em
Lito flexing, ain't no question
Used to have some dreams of dashing
Years passed and it's still looking attractive
I am from New York so I always pull up flashing
Do not rock no Vanson but sporty with the fashion
Every time I'm in LA i touchdown & i'm asking
Renty man, what you got?
AMG, truck or drop
Double Rs, Rovers, stop
I'll come get it off the lot
Renty man, what you got?
AMG, truck or drop?
Double Rs, Rovers, stop
I'll come get it off the lot
Check the fashion, she see me flashing
Know my lifestyle it ain't average, it's cinematic
Yea you know I keep a bad bitch, she super savage
She eat the dick like rice and cabbage and then I pass it (Bye bye)
Bitch I'm the weed man, got what you need man
Know my shit don't got no seeds man, I don't smoke greens man
Went to LA for some Ps man, that thing was cheap man
But when I come back it's a fee man, this shit ain't free man (That's a tax)
Let's run up these racks, I do this shit for the trap
Flip this shit and get it back (Whoa)
Remember them days I ain't have shit
Now I'm in LA with a bad bitch (Goddamn)
I'm just speaking facts
All these niggas speaking cap
Talking bout them moving pack
They ain't moving jack
All they shit is really wack
Check the prices, it leave you lifeless
In a foreign with a foreign, no you can't live like this
Got your mortgage on my eyes bitch and that's some live shit
AMG, truck or drop, bitch which one I might pick
(I don't know)
Renty man, what you got?
AMG, truck or drop
Double Rs, Rovers, stop
I'll come get it off the lot
Renty man, what you got?
AMG, truck or drop?
Double Rs, Rovers, stop
I'll come get it off the lot