And I've got everybody scrolling
Double tapping on my photos
Just sold an Apple Watch
Two hundred-fifty on the bo-go
I know it's been a minute since I've been out on the road
But my shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
If I quit my job
I'll have my mama saying oh no
But I could write a song
And maybe make a couple logos
We're hyping up the crowd
It got them bouncing like a pogo
My shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
Doubt you'll really ever find a guy who has my story
I just drop back
And let the fucker fly with Trace McSorley
And if you're in my comments
Saying Matty Fresh is corny
Just know I had your girlfriend
Listening since 2014
Hey Sunday said come through
Now we'rе cooking up
No Crock Pot
Billboard, I've been built for it
Gunning high for that top spot
I run through your city
People ask mе what my name is (Matty Fresh)
Just blast my music through your speakers
Until I'm famous, baby
Shout out to the people in my hometown
Population low
But we still know how to throw down
They could fly me first class to Hollywood hills
But I'm still gon' let them know
About the 570 now
Hey I don't know where this shit is headed
AMA I'm up on Reddit
Fettuccine with the sauce
I like my parmigiana breaded
They'll be saying
Go and get it from the App Store
I don't need a TikTok
You fricking asshole
Scrolling
Double tapping on my photos
Just sold an Apple Watch
Two hundred-fifty on the bo-go
I know it's been a minute since I've been out on the road
But my shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
If I quit my job
I'll have my mama saying oh no
But I could write a song
And maybe make a couple logos
We're hyping up the crowd
It got them bouncing like a pogo
My shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
I ain't got no publicist
I ain't got no record deal
I ain't got no cars, clothes
Cash, hoes or sex appeal
I'm the type of guy
To wear my gym shorts in the winter
I don't even know
How I got verified on Twitter
I'm trying to grind
And go get the bread
But I don't know who to please
I don't wear red
My grandmother said
I look better with blues and greens
Hopefully Fresh is one of the best
I'll end up on movie screens
I'll probably run out of breath
Because of my autoimmune disease
Scrolling
Double tapping on my photos
Just sold an Apple Watch
Two hundred-fifty on the bo-go
I know it's been a minute since I've been out on the road
But my shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
If I quit my job
I'll have my mama saying oh no
But I could write a song
And maybe make a couple logos
We're hyping up the crowd
It got them bouncing like a pogo
My shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
Double tapping on my photos
Just sold an Apple Watch
Two hundred-fifty on the bo-go
I know it's been a minute since I've been out on the road
But my shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
If I quit my job
I'll have my mama saying oh no
But I could write a song
And maybe make a couple logos
We're hyping up the crowd
It got them bouncing like a pogo
My shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
Doubt you'll really ever find a guy who has my story
I just drop back
And let the fucker fly with Trace McSorley
And if you're in my comments
Saying Matty Fresh is corny
Just know I had your girlfriend
Listening since 2014
Hey Sunday said come through
Now we'rе cooking up
No Crock Pot
Billboard, I've been built for it
Gunning high for that top spot
I run through your city
People ask mе what my name is (Matty Fresh)
Just blast my music through your speakers
Until I'm famous, baby
Shout out to the people in my hometown
Population low
But we still know how to throw down
They could fly me first class to Hollywood hills
But I'm still gon' let them know
About the 570 now
Hey I don't know where this shit is headed
AMA I'm up on Reddit
Fettuccine with the sauce
I like my parmigiana breaded
They'll be saying
Go and get it from the App Store
I don't need a TikTok
You fricking asshole
Scrolling
Double tapping on my photos
Just sold an Apple Watch
Two hundred-fifty on the bo-go
I know it's been a minute since I've been out on the road
But my shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
If I quit my job
I'll have my mama saying oh no
But I could write a song
And maybe make a couple logos
We're hyping up the crowd
It got them bouncing like a pogo
My shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
I ain't got no publicist
I ain't got no record deal
I ain't got no cars, clothes
Cash, hoes or sex appeal
I'm the type of guy
To wear my gym shorts in the winter
I don't even know
How I got verified on Twitter
I'm trying to grind
And go get the bread
But I don't know who to please
I don't wear red
My grandmother said
I look better with blues and greens
Hopefully Fresh is one of the best
I'll end up on movie screens
I'll probably run out of breath
Because of my autoimmune disease
Scrolling
Double tapping on my photos
Just sold an Apple Watch
Two hundred-fifty on the bo-go
I know it's been a minute since I've been out on the road
But my shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
If I quit my job
I'll have my mama saying oh no
But I could write a song
And maybe make a couple logos
We're hyping up the crowd
It got them bouncing like a pogo
My shit is blowing up
And I don't even got a promo
( Matty Fresh )
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