P.R.O.M.O.

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're 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 me 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