Painted Houses lyrics

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Really?
Right
Right
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Italian flavors in my boots, they came from DM
Put my outfit in the mausoleum (Uh)
Forever I be rockin' 'til my jersery hangin' in the Colosseum
I be in her guts, you in her DMs (Ah)
Yellin', "Free my n*ggas, free my n*ggas, give 'em freedom"
They ain't in jail, they in record deals
This independent sh*t, kinda show you how that leverage feel
Give you that big steeper feel, hold up
"It was a good day", Ice Cube bangin' on the roll up
The cake fill up, Cool, J Dilla, flippin' donuts (Uh)
Twenty-eight grams, four-hundred-twenty short of a whole one (Uh)
Onе bad purchase'll sabotage your whole run
"Lеt me take that Reggie off your hand", said no one
Tryna finesse the package get you hit with a cold gun
Ridin' like Rusell, hit my horn when the dough come
Irish man missions, keep a painter
Dome some

[Chorus: Smoke DZA & Conway the Machine]
The team strong, tread light
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night
The team strong, tread light
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night (Look, talk to 'em)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
I'm pullin' up and I'm askin' 'em what it is (Ayo, what's poppin', n*gga?)
Then clappin' 'em in his side and fractured the n*gga ribs (Boom-boom-boom-boom!)
Takin' trips to the base and them packages to the crib (Huh?)
Send 'em back and flip them packs, it's exactly what I just did (I ran that sh*t up), sh*t
Tread light, Supreme red Nikes, VS ice on my neck, you can tell what my bread like (You see what I'm workin' with, b*tch)
You get your head in a vice, run that red light
Head-on collision with extendo, ain't no fair fight (Brrt!)
A hundred carats in the pendant for a fair price (Ah)
Pointers in the Cartiers made your b*tch stare twice (I see you lookin', baby)
It's Gary Payton and this blunt is to the face
I could go pull a few hunnid out the safe, and that's thousands by the way
My cake pilin' by the way
Breakdown, ain't sellin' weight
Eight pounds sellin' every day
Eight-thousand in the bank (Woo), stop that
.456, shot that (Ah)
Change the bank bag to a thousand, took a sip of my 'jac (Hahaha)
Machine, n*gga, I'm back (Yeah)

[Chorus: Smoke DZA & Conway the Machine]
The team strong, tread light (Yeah)
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night
The team strong, tread light
Put you on a plate, if the bread right
Consignment had 'em like a deer in the headlights
We disappear and they be at your crib every night