Pillows lyrics

[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
b*tch, I'm really pressure (Facts)
Went and copped the Taycan, like, f*ck a Tesla, n*gga
And then that dainty glove's a lethal weapon, n*gga
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
I got lost up in that trap, n*gga
I ain't nothing like you f*cking rap n*ggas
A certified facts-spitter (Facts)
Hating from the side because I left n*ggas
I clap for, I clap with and I clap n*ggas, hat tricker
Give a f*ck about your politics
I made it from that dirt, ain't have a pot to p*ss 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 b*tches
Pay mе, why my opps be b*tching?
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
[Chorus: Brodie Fresh & Conway the Machine]
I been having nightmares so I sleep with a Drac' by my pillow
Way above the clouds, how you like me now? (Yeah)
Rollie on my wrist, how you like me now?
Bad foreign b*tch tryna wipe me down (Haha)
It feel good when you got it from the bottom (From the bottom)
To my n*ggas, yeah, we good, man, I got 'em (Yeah, I got 'em)
Yeah, look, how you like me now? (Uh)
Brodie in this b*tch, how you like me now? (Look)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
They pus*y, I don't even know why you spoke them n*ggas up
I turned him to a pack, Backwoods, roll 'em n*ggas up (Smoke 'em)
Do surgery on a n*gga quick, open n*ggas up (Huh?)
They was sleeping on my city then I woke them n*ggas up, facts (I woke them n*ggas up, n*gga)
Yeah, I bet you now them n*ggas know we next (Uh-uh)
Looking back at my life, I don't got no regrets (No regrets, n*gga)
I'm the big homie, the one you show respect (King)
Lil' bro got the pole and the sweat, saying "You know what's next" (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Uh, read between my lines, you can find the pain (Yeah)
Used to grind for diamond chains but it was time for change (Yeah)
Cover my ice with these designer frames (Uh-huh)
Fiends shooting heroin anywhere on they body, they can sign a vein (Hahahaha)
I don't know why n*ggas be tryna jump inside my lane
Brodie walking down the door, if not, we still got nine and change (Woo)
Federales raid the spot but they ain't find the 'caine (Talk to 'em)
Violate the gang and you gon' die in pain (Brr)
[Chorus: Brodie Fresh]
I been having nightmares so I sleep with a Drac' by my pillow
Way above the clouds, how you like me now? (Yeah)
Rollie on my wrist, how you like me now?
Bad foreign b*tch tryna wipe me down (Haha)
It feel good when you got it from the bottom (From the bottom)
To my n*ggas, yeah, we good, man, I got 'em (Yeah, I got 'em)
Yeah, look, how you like me now?
Brodie in this b*tch, how you like me now?