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Official audio of Matty Boy performing “Therapy Session” featuring Vidal Garcia. Produced by Vidal Garcia.

Check out the official music video for "Therapy Session" here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSCDTDEv6Kk

Therapy Session

Therapy Session (ft. Vidal Garcia)

Official audio of Matty Boy performing “John Stockton” featuring A-Wax. Produced by Vidal Garcia.

Check out the official music video for "John Stockton" here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxDj_l-ky8g

John Stockton (ft. A-Wax)

My Time(prod. ATM & Mxdnixht)

I Am Not The Same

Break down

Never enough (Prod.zxlda)

Push It

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Slatt—yeah (What)
Yuh, yuh, yuh—turn me up (Let's go!)
Woo—woo—bih! (Brrrrah!)

[Chorus]
Loose lips talkin', he a rat, he a trick (Snitch!)
I ain't slidin' through the block, not a tick (Skrrt!)
I been tag-teamin' your chick and her sis (Yeah, huh)
My dawgs never sat, we was stackin' the bricks (Woo!)
Snakes in the grass, all hissin', no missin' (Hiss!)
2900, my set, we persistent (Yeah)
Diamonds from the neck, like a lake, they glistenin' (Splash!)
Got her jumpin' on the stick, Cash Carti positionin' (What, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I ain't pop out on that curb for a sec (Nah)
Mixin' red with the splash, that's a tech (Splash!)
Buildin’ high, I construct like it's Tetris (Tetris)
Eliantte water drippin’ straight from the vents, yeah (Drip!)
He got that blick? (Blick) He think he hot? (Hot)
I seen him fold in the room with the opps (Snitch!)
I sip the Wock', make the clock feel stopped (Stopped!)
I don’t do love, she a bop, she a thot (Bye!)

Told her "go", now she pushin' that road (Push!)
Put her on game, now she chasin' the goals (Run!)
Turn her to gold, now she glow in her role (Shine!)
She suck it slow like a cone in the cold (Slrrrp!)
Countin' my bag, show the league how I ball (Ball!)
In the boutique, yeah, I’m takin’ it all (Mine!)
Standin' like towers, I'm tall, never fall (Tall!)
Look like Yao Ming, and my eyes like they small (Lean!)
Carti got the wave, now they callin' me raw (Raw!)

[Chorus]
Loose lips talkin', he a rat, he a trick (Talkin'!)
I ain't slidin' through the block, not a tick (Skrrt!)
I been tag-teamin' your chick and her sis (Yeah, yeah)
My dawgs never sat, we was stackin' the bricks (Uh-huh!)
Snakes in the grass, all hissin', no missin' (Hiss, hiss!)
2900, my set, we persistent (Wooh!)
Diamonds from the neck, like a lake, they glistenin' (Bling!)
Got her jumpin' on the stick, Cash Carti positionin' (Yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 2]
Gimme a sec, yeah, gimme a moment (Wait!)
I'm in the field and I feel like I'm chosen (Chosen!)
I bend it, I twist it, I mold it, then own it (Own it!)
They want the drip, but they drown in the ocean (Splash!)
Hop out the whip with a bag like I'm ghostin' (Ghost!)
I got the juice, and it's potent, no potion (Drip!)
Feelin’ like flames, every verse I be roastin’ (Heat!)
That’s why they copy, they clones in slow motion (Woo!)

Talk like a boss and I walk with precision (Facts!)
Stackin' these visions, got plays with precision (Plays!)
In her dimension, I ghost in her system (Gone!)
Then I delete like I'm clearin' the mission (Delete!)
Yeah, get that cash (Cash), flip it then dash (Dash!)
Turnin' up spots when I pop like a flash (Pop!)
Never gon' crash, I just flex on the past (Skrrt!)
Carti with the swag, they just follow the path (Slatt!)

[Outro]
Loose lips talkin', he a rat, he a trick (Brrrah!)
I ain't slidin' through the block, not a tick (Yuh)
I been tag-teamin' your chick and her sis (Twin!)
My dawgs never sat, we was stackin' the bricks (What!)

Cash Carti Position [Prod. PMO Music]

FREE THE REAL SHOUTOUT ALL MY BROS. SHOUTOUT ALL MY LISTENERS.

Cold nights

PAPER ROUGH -R'ill Right

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yo) (Woo) (Let’s Go) (Uh huh) (Skrrt!)

[Verse 1]
I’m the soul of my district
Mouth run like a misfit (brrra)
Poured up, now I’m twisted
Backroom with a vixen (yeah)
She wild, got ambition
Grind mode, no intermission (woo)
Used to move with suspicion
Now it’s Maybach editions (let's go!)
Ten deep at the table
All my dawgs been official (wooh)
Used to wash off the pistol
Now we toast with the crystal (bling)
Had to fight for my place
Now the throne sentimental
Sayin’ grace while I’m eating
This steak too monumental (facts)

[Chorus]
I’m the flame in the city (skrrt)
Whole crew getting litty (lit)
Bad bitch, got no pity (nah)
Swear she ride like a Hemi (vroom)
Glizzy close to the kidney
Nigga play, it get gritty (brrra)
She ain’t mine, just a quickie
But she still call me pretty (ha!)
I’m the flame in the city (uh huh)
Real ones ridin’ with me (yeah)
I be movin’ too swiftly
Nigga broke, he iffy (woo)
Now the room getting drippy (drip)
She say “Jack, come kiss me”
Nigga mad, come get me (yeah)
That .40 stay with me (pow!)

[Verse 2]
Threw the ones at the dancer
Got her shaped like a panther (woo)
She in love with the banter
Turned a scammer to a prancer (yeah)
Got a opp in Atlanta
He don’t pop, just banter (facts)
Bitch say I’m too handsome
Gave her face like a stanza (ugh)
Nigga hate but he envy
Told my dawg, “Keep it trendy”
We was pushin' that Wendy
Now it's lobster and Henny (let's go!)
Got her head in my Fendi
She want love? Don’t tempt me
I just flex on the entry
Left the scene feelin' empty (bitch)

[Pre-Chorus]
Big boy talk, no whisper (nah)
Whole set got richer (wooh)
Snatched her off of a pitcher
Now she pose like a fixture (yeah)
Fucked once, then I ditched her
Told the bros I ain’t miss her
She in love with a swisher
But she dreamin' 'bout richer (facts)

[Chorus]
I’m the flame in the city (flame)
Whole crew getting litty (litty)
Bad bitch, got no pity (nah)
Swear she ride like a Hemi (vroom)
Glizzy close to the kidney (blrrr)
Nigga play, it get gritty (brrra)
She ain’t mine, just a quickie (quick)
But she still call me pretty (yeah!)
I’m the flame in the city (flame)
Real ones ridin’ with me (with me)
I be movin’ too swiftly (fast)
Nigga broke, he iffy (fuck him)
Now the room getting drippy (drip)
She say “Jack, come kiss me” (ha)
Nigga mad, come get me (bitch)
That .40 stay with me (Pow!)

[Verse 3]
They was sleepin’ on me—(zzz)
Now I’m deep in they mentions (yeah)
Got a line full of bitches
Said my game’s too offensive (sheesh)
I was raised with the tension
Now I ball, no suspension (facts)
From the block to dimension
She pop out with extensions (glah!)
Talk slick, I might test ya (woo)
Hunnid deep in that Tesla
Nigga fold under pressure
I just move like a wrestler (slam)
Ain’t no cap on my dresser
We just blast then we bless her
Turned a loss to a lecture
Turned a bitch to investor (woo!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Steppin' out like it’s nothing)
(She with me, no discussion)
(That’s facts—let’s go!)

Flame In The City [Prod. PMO Music]

Official audio of Matty Boy performing “Six Whites”. Produced by Inner Beats.

Check out the official music video for "Six Whites" here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bySMs5TAtU

Six Whites

DO YOU FEEL IT?

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Ayo) (We in the stars now)
(Pow) (Let's go)
(Yeah-yeah) 

[Chorus]
XO galaxy, I sip on stars — no fallacy (splash)
Drip like tragedy, fashion bleed out casually (drip)
Bitch so bad, she ain’t real, she a fantasy (uh)
Neon tints on the ship, flyin’ past the canopy (wooh)
Fuck what they sayin’ — my mind in a odyssey (zoom)
Moonwalk in Balmain, step with velocity (skrrt)
Shooters all pixel’d — glowin' like prophecy (blrrr)
Poppin' off nothin', I made it my policy (bang)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t never sleep, eyes wired with the satellites (wired)
Shootin' through dimensions, got shooters with alibis (facts)
Fuck your lil’ talk, bitch I socialize in megabytes (click)
Rack talk fluent, my language got Fahrenheit (hot)
Chrome on my neck like I hacked into the light (bling)
Whippin' new whirls, every turn got ‘em tight (swervin')
This ain't no Earth vibe, I’m colder than Krypton (yeah)
I been that glitch in the code, not a sitcom (nah)
Ho got diamonds on her chest like a Voltron (glow)
Love me for the ego, I’m her icon (uh)
Swear she see stars when we ride in the dawn (stars)
I ain't pull triggers, they just blink — then gone (pew)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Pow) (Yeah-yeah)
Heart iced out like it's fightin' a coma (ice)
Bitch so wet, got a tide in the sofa (splash)
Money so stretched, it don’t fold — it’s yoga (flex)
Shooters in hoodies, ain't jokers, they soldiers (boom)

[Chorus]
XO galaxy, I sip on stars — no fallacy (splash)
Drip like tragedy, fashion bleed out casually (drip)
Bitch so bad, she ain’t real, she a fantasy (uh)
Neon tints on the ship, flyin’ past the canopy (wooh)
Fuck what they sayin’ — my mind in a odyssey (zoom)
Moonwalk in Balmain, step with velocity (skrrt)
Shooters all pixel’d — glowin' like prophecy (blrrr)
Poppin' off nothin', I made it my policy (bang)

[Verse 2]
Shawty got metal in her lip — like a savage (brrah)
Love her from a distance, hearts don't do baggage (nah)
I been in the lab with the math like magic (facts)
Fuck fame, I want the data and the static (bzz)
Big bang bands — made ‘em dance on a planet (pop)
In the metaverse, I got bitches in granite (frozen)
Shooter got no face, just a smile panoramic (grin)
I’m not a god, I’m a glitch — and I planned it (glitch)
Ayy, don’t try me, my aura get frantic (rahh)
Grew up in chaos, now diamonds organic (real)
From void to the gold, made my balance volcanic (lava)
Uzi in the beat, and the scene go Titanic (sink!)


[Chorus]
XO galaxy, I sip on stars — no fallacy (splash)
Drip like tragedy, fashion bleed out casually (drip)
Bitch so bad, she ain’t real, she a fantasy (uh)
Neon tints on the ship, flyin’ past the canopy (wooh)
Fuck what they sayin’ — my mind in a odyssey (zoom)
Moonwalk in Balmain, step with velocity (skrrt)
Shooters all pixel’d — glowin' like prophecy (blrrr)
Poppin' off nothin', I made it my policy (bang)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(XO-XO-XO — boom boom)
Galaxy dreams with the drip from the tomb (splash)
Bitch I shine bright in the void like a rune (glow)

XO Galaxy [Prod. PMO Music]

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Lone G - U A BUMM

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Biggest B

Tryna Change (PROD:Sw1tch)

The Tip.mp3

Dat Liquor Kicked In (ft. Queen Niyah x NorthSide Weezy)

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Copy of Whatchu Want(INFANT LOC FT REALLY REALZ X DEMONIC JAY

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