Letra de Painted Houses - Smoke DZA & Flying Lotus

(Feat. Flying Lotus, Conway the Machine)

Really?

Right

Right

Uh, yeah

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 niggas, free my niggas, give 'em freedom"

They ain't in jail, they in record deals

This independent shit, 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)

One bad purchase'll sabotage your whole run

"Let 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

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)

I'm pullin' up and I'm askin' 'em what it is (Ayo, what's poppin', nigga?)

Then clappin' 'em in his side and fractured the nigga 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 shit up), shit

Tread light, Supreme red Nikes, VS ice on my neck, you can tell what my bread like (You see what I'm workin' with, bitch)

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 bitch 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, nigga, I'm back (Yeah)

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

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