[Intro: Matty Twice] "Uh, it's Matty Twice b**h. It's Matty Twice b**h! Uh, uh. Yo." [Verse 1: Matty Twice] I'd rather you stab me with your pencil than say I've got potential With these hoes I'm Kevin Winslow if you didn't know Still mooching off of my kinfolk when my ends low Bryce Harper resemble. I been pro. It's simple I pimp hoes, but k**ing instrumentals is my M.O.. Black-faced young blood-- the virgin minstrel Swerving' in Suburbans herb and hemp flows Through my nose and then it goes into my mental Hotbox pa** the coppers tell my partner, "close them vents dude!" Balling 'till the rents due. My life is so eventful Young n***a with dollars man. Your problems ain't my issues Two bad b**hes told me, "show me what that dick do." When you got no principles, what you 'supposed to stick to? Young boss motherf**er doing what you didn't do You don't know secrets that I and your b**h do When you got no principles, what 'supposed to stick to? Young boss motherf**er doing what you didn't do You don't know secrets that I and you b**h know I am original. Atlanta kids know All my statistics, and that I spit flows Went to Westminster. I SnapChat with rich hoes Rap 'till my wrist glows. That's how this sh** goes Drank so much jack took a nap at the disco Get me a chicken sandwich from Chick-fil-A but don't ask for no pickles Get a lemonade then come home and tickle my dick hole It's simple. A real n***a let a b**h know Same reason I f** a b**h, a f** n***a let a b**h go What's the reason I'm rich for? The list goes On and on like scripts do I pop pills. I've had them all. Know Adderall's just Crystal I can, spit flows 'till Iran gets missiles I'm Sorry Ms. Palin. I got head from Bristol Then told her, "Black power!" She took the whole fistful So disre - spectful, but heck knows I don't give a f** When my mama hears this she'll give me an earful I 'bout lost my mind three damn times but I'm cheerful I just thank the Lord that I know what I'm here for A-Town beer-pong hero, rising to the top like beer foam Paw-Paw said, "We ain't here long." I'm just nineteen with some earphones Should've been on. Two tapes down, there's a lot of n***as I sh** on There's still room on the bandwagon for you to get on Listen, to us we're young black and pissed off If I should go broke least I know that my dick's long My girl rich as f** though. I feel like I'm Big Sean Kicks on fire. Boat shoe repetition No socks smelling like I stepped in some sh** when I get them Off. I'm still a boss so you listening' From A-Town to D.C. to Maryland to Richmond Who is this? Making music for them dope boys and rich kids Heard he's from Atlanta, who's he friends with? What his name and is he famous? Is he trending? He's the truth, but he's ruthless. His bluntness offends me In my dorm room smoking blunts on a wednesday I'm too damn high like the rent be. I'm spent be "Let it ride." "Matty Twice b**h. b**h. It's Matty Twice b**h! Uh." [Outro:] Beer, Frat, Beer-Pong. Beer, Frat, Beer-Pong Beer, Frat, Beer-Pong. Beer, Frat, Beer-Pong. x10