Pillows Brodie Fresh & Conway the Machine

[Intro: Brodie Fresh]
We ain't gon' do too much talking, for real

[Verse 1: Brodie Fresh]
Really, I'm a stepper, Long Island repper
Hunnid on my neck, go get your tester
Bitch, I'm really pressure (Facts)
Went and copped the Taycan, like, fuck a Tesla, nigga
And then that dainty glove's a lethal weapon, nigga
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
I got lost up in that trap, nigga
I ain't nothing like you fucking rap niggas
A certified facts-spitter (Facts)
Hating from the side because I left niggas
I clap for, I clap with and I clap niggas, hat tricker
Give a fuck about your politics
I made it from that dirt, ain't have a pot to piss in
Now I'm taking shots of Kristin
Now I'm switching foreigns 'cause I'm bored
And got the opps that's switching
Calling all my opps some bitches
Pay mе, why my opps be bitching?
They hate it whеn you up, they laughing when you down (Facts)
Love the ones who stayed around, for them I made plenty, just at me (Haha)
On a yacht in the Cayman Islands
We move a box and then we play the islands
At least a couple days in silence
Gotta celebrate your losses, celebrate the lessons (Facts)
Used to wait 'til days weren't stressed and now days precious
Never told them "Go and get it", I went and got it with you
Putting work for mine, that is not an issue, for real