album cover
Shhmalbert
Hip-Hop/Rap
Shhmalbert was released on December 11, 2025 by Shhmalbert as a part of the album El Mercado
album cover
Release DateDecember 11, 2025
LabelShhmalbert
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM91

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alberto Ocegueda
Alberto Ocegueda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alberto Ocegueda
Alberto Ocegueda
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alberto Ocegueda
Alberto Ocegueda
Engineer

Lyrics

Son, ayy
Ayy
Son of some immigrants
Countin up these dividends
If I ain't had no money, then these hoes be acting different
Yeah, these rappers, they be slow, they illiterate
If I front you packs, then I'm charging shit with interest
I can never switch or fold like Ben and Jerry
Man these two twin Glocks on me best believe I carry
Many men want me dead, they want me buried
So I pray to God, and I pray to Mother Mary
Got ten packs on me while I'm riding through the ferry
Not about what you bring, it's about what you carry
All that sneak dissing, hating unnecessary
If you fucking with the kid, then we turning military
Cause I be posted in the places that you can't go
I feel more comfortable inside in El Mercado
I'm the type to hit the plug, be in charge of the encargo
See around my neck, baby, big ass Cubano
I be tucked out the way, always on my barco
Need a membership to fuck with me like they Costco
You want a modern life, but baby, this ain't Rocco
I be posted on the corner with the gas like a Arco
Yeah, I'm always different places and I'm always on vacation
When they thinking bout the bitch, I'm thinking bout them blue faces
Yeah, I got a problem cause I love that money sensation
But that's the outcome when you money motivated
And that's the type of shit I do to stay away from snakes
They can try to copy me, but they can't take my place
I've been hated on, but you know I never break
They gotta show respect when they say my fucking name
Yeah, hoe, it's my Shhmalbert man, that says double H
I can lead you to a ditch or I can lead you to the lake
How you say you balling, but no money circulate
How you say you bringing shit, but only brought the plate
I'm the type to let my city eat, hometown buffet
You a sweet ass rapper, man, just like a parfait
Why you keep on bitching, Union City ain't the bay
You be ducking all the smoke and you ducking all this fade
I ain't worried bout the views, the likes or the plays
You gotta be worried bout if you're respected where you stay
I'm a giant, so when you step up to this plate
I feel like Logan Webb, the way I carry all these Ks
They tryna tell me slow it down and keep it at a pace
But I feel like Dylan O'Brien, the way I'm running through the maze
I Can never leave that house if I ain't getting paid
I need that Fetty, need that cheese, I need that whole Guapalay, ayy
Written by: Alberto Ocegueda
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...