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Matt
10
Hip-Hop/Rap
Matt was released on July 18, 2026 by Great Dane Records as a part of the album Matt - Single
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Release DateJuly 18, 2026
LabelGreat Dane Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM150

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guelmi Lugo
Guelmi Lugo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guelmi Lugo
Guelmi Lugo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GGopp
GGopp
Producer

Lyrics

Yup, Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
No fuckin' hat uh, um, uh
No fuckin' hat uh, uh
Yeah, uh, no fuckin' uh
What it, yeah, I don't got a dick ride I'm lil buckets I'm the one they, yeah uh
He say he get money like me, that lil' **** wearin' a hat
These bitches be fuckin for free, you cuffin that hoe, she a nat
Yeah it's rick owens down to my feet, and I spoil my bitch, she a brat
I be movin' the hard like Matt, uh huh long days, posted up in the trap
He say he get money like me, that lil' **** wearin' a hat
These bitches be fuckin for free, you cuffin that hoe, she a nat
Yeah it's rick owen down to my feet, and I spoil my bitch, she a brat
I be movin' the hard like Matt, uh huh long days, posted up in the trap
Yeah, they call me buckets since 16, ****, I been servin' hella fiends
Yeah I know a **** always ridin' dirty cuzzo, but my fit is always clean
I don't know her name, but she know mine, so I gotta fuck her till she scream
You done fucked my twin for a couple dollars, how am I gon' treat you like a queen?
Keep this shit 100 this the real me, this ain't no facade or a phase
I ain't Shakespeare or Phil Jack but my trap phone full of plays
While you at home rubbin' on your bitch, I'm OT fuckin' around with waze
My lil' brother never threw a strike out, but he always walk around with K's
Smokin' out the pound, never runnin' out, twin, ain't no limit to this herb
Bucket's where you at, you know I been callin, sorry bae, I'm bippin through the burbs
Brokest **** always make the most noise, so I don't say a word like I'm Ferb
And you know that drink made me swerve, ****, I get higher than a bird
****, I get higher than a cloud or a plane that just took off in the sky When we press play on your new
Song, all we hearin' is a bunch of lies
Real trap ****, like Tony Hawk, cause you know I'm steady on the grind
You gon' let a bitch make you cry, Imma get a new one by the night
He say he get money like me, that lil' **** wearin' a hat
These bitches be fuckin for free, you cuffin that hoe, she a nat
Yeah it's rick owens down to my feet, and I spoil my bitch, she a brat
I be movin' the hard like Matt, huh long days, posted up in the trap
He say he get money like me, that lil' **** wearin' a hat
These bitches be fuckin for free, you cuffin that hoe, she a nat
Yeah it's rick owens down to my feet, and I spoil my bitch, she a brat
I be movin' the hard like Matt, huh long days, posted up in the trap
Written by: Guelmi Lugo
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