Shotta Flow Remix by YungAlbo Lyrics
[Verse 1: Albo]
It is Yung Albo
Bitch I’m a savage
Might pull a Melly on all of yo asses
Better take caution
Cause I am the crigga giving you exhaustion
Take you under my hood
Take you into fostrin’
Jazz a snatch
Bitch dassa false string
Go with the flow
Just like it’s Austin
Cracker go south
Might need a compass
I dont need help
Fuck that accomplice
Everything I desire
That I accomplish
All of yo evidence
Thats an assumption
Making me mad
Thats an eruption
All of yo guns
They be from junk junction
And they be lackin
A fucking function
This little boy here have more influence than an adjunction
Ay
Ayy
Ayyy
Pussy ass better stay out of my lane
And that ain’t a choice
Got more drip than a Heavy Rain
And I’m going insane like a Super Sayan
I’m just sayin
I can have critiquing
Just that your own shit
Be fucking reekin’
And like an Aminé
That shit be reelin’
Like a school book
You ain’t gon be readin’
My bars
Cause they flying over your head like a group of crashed cars
And you need to read them back like a bunch of flashcards
While you just waiting to have your sack sucked
I’m sitting here getting gassed up
Like the ozone layer it’s gonna be hot
Especially after the flow just got shot
I love the spotlight like a moth
You in the wrong hole, I can tell since you coughed
And even though I’m cold I don’t wanna go soft
And I can be a bit of an ass but I’m still loved
I see your reputation right here and it’s fucked
I have my haters and I have them mocked
I go for the cleanup and I get them mopped
But not to catch them slipping I just like to see them fall
My style not the best but at least I don’t wear an overall
Small kiddo but I’ll always stand tall
In certain occasions
Look at your Snapmap
And just see my locations
You think it’s outrageous
End of story, bitch no more pages
It’s that black and white, bih’ no Seven Sages
I will evolve, in certain stages
I’m like a deviant rapper, just not David Cage’s
Ancestry from a country with low wages
Whipping up magic in the kitchen like a group of half-baked mages
Soon I’ll be like a French revolutionary coupe, so many stages
Making enough heat to prevent the couple next ice ages
Like the 10men mutants I got a storm with me thats always raging
And yes I can rap even though I’m Caucasian
And I’m a smart little boy as well but don’t mistake me for no Asian
Yung Albo!
[Outro: Albo]
Yeah, my name is Yung Albo
Professionally known as Albo
Yeah a few things you gotta know about me
I’m Young
I’m a savage
I might pull a Melly on all of your asses
And I’m am the crigga giving you exhaustion
*laughs*
It is Yung Albo
Bitch I’m a savage
Might pull a Melly on all of yo asses
Better take caution
Cause I am the crigga giving you exhaustion
Take you under my hood
Take you into fostrin’
Jazz a snatch
Bitch dassa false string
Go with the flow
Just like it’s Austin
Cracker go south
Might need a compass
I dont need help
Fuck that accomplice
Everything I desire
That I accomplish
All of yo evidence
Thats an assumption
Making me mad
Thats an eruption
All of yo guns
They be from junk junction
And they be lackin
A fucking function
This little boy here have more influence than an adjunction
Ay
Ayy
Ayyy
Pussy ass better stay out of my lane
And that ain’t a choice
Got more drip than a Heavy Rain
And I’m going insane like a Super Sayan
I’m just sayin
I can have critiquing
Just that your own shit
Be fucking reekin’
And like an Aminé
That shit be reelin’
Like a school book
You ain’t gon be readin’
My bars
Cause they flying over your head like a group of crashed cars
And you need to read them back like a bunch of flashcards
While you just waiting to have your sack sucked
I’m sitting here getting gassed up
Like the ozone layer it’s gonna be hot
Especially after the flow just got shot
I love the spotlight like a moth
You in the wrong hole, I can tell since you coughed
And even though I’m cold I don’t wanna go soft
And I can be a bit of an ass but I’m still loved
I see your reputation right here and it’s fucked
I have my haters and I have them mocked
I go for the cleanup and I get them mopped
But not to catch them slipping I just like to see them fall
My style not the best but at least I don’t wear an overall
Small kiddo but I’ll always stand tall
In certain occasions
Look at your Snapmap
And just see my locations
You think it’s outrageous
End of story, bitch no more pages
It’s that black and white, bih’ no Seven Sages
I will evolve, in certain stages
I’m like a deviant rapper, just not David Cage’s
Ancestry from a country with low wages
Whipping up magic in the kitchen like a group of half-baked mages
Soon I’ll be like a French revolutionary coupe, so many stages
Making enough heat to prevent the couple next ice ages
Like the 10men mutants I got a storm with me thats always raging
And yes I can rap even though I’m Caucasian
And I’m a smart little boy as well but don’t mistake me for no Asian
Yung Albo!
[Outro: Albo]
Yeah, my name is Yung Albo
Professionally known as Albo
Yeah a few things you gotta know about me
I’m Young
I’m a savage
I might pull a Melly on all of your asses
And I’m am the crigga giving you exhaustion
*laughs*