Remble – “Rocc Climbing” (ft. Lil Yachty) [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Remble - Rocc Climbing (ft. Lil Yachty) (prod. Laudiano)

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Remble Rocc Climbing
Remble Rocc Climbing

Since Remble dropped his “Gordon R Freestyle” earlier in 2021, his unique combination of super-aggressive bars spit in a spoken-word flow has taken rap fans by storm. Following “Gordon R Freestyle” with “Touchable,” the first track of his July release IT’S REMBLE, the rising L.A. rapper has carved out a niche for himself and has been gaining popularity by the day.

Coming back last night to drop “Rocc Climbing” with Atlanta rapper Lil Yachty, Remble gives us an effortlessly confident and catchy new single with both lighthearted flexes and menacing roasts.

Remble and Yachty tip-toe over a gentle piano and thumping 808s, dropping quotables left and right. Both rappers come with nonchalant flows with lyrics that make you listen to every word. Predominantly talking about girls, guns and their lavish lifestyle, the pair perfectly mesh hard raps with humor and, in the record’s visuals, Remble and Yachty ensure listeners know all they need to flex like this and rap like that is a studio and their homies around them.

Remble – Rocc Climbing (ft. Lil Yachty) (prod. Laudiano)

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
They survive that spinnin’ then they must be godly
Know a nigga pull up and serve them percs hoppin’ off a Harley
Got a hot foot, steppin’ on shit light Q’s
I ain’t pourin’ no single lines, it’s threes and twos
You niggas got fully suited to pull up and lose
(Laudiano)
This bitch got fully booted, and said fuck all her boos
Pull up on me now, I need sloppy toppy
I only speak on what I know, and baby I’m not that cocky
Bruh she focused on her bills up like she Chauncey
The new coupe, the car sit low like it was a monte
A lot these these instagram hoes look just like aunties
She gon’ sip the Hendog and be happy thottin’
I’ma pull up on the opps, ’cause I know they plottin’
Baby asked me for some boot, I got Doc Martens
I’m on a different timing
My bitches like molly and coke, they be rock climbin’
We don’t never leave the house without handy appliance
Richer than all my opps so they made an alliance

[Verse 2: Remble]
Boat, Remble
Messed around and got richer than all my idols
Putting safes in sleeper holds like I’m Roddy Piper
Cashed my money in the bank, then won all my titles
Yeah I’m happy with my girl but I want Blac Chyna
Stepping in a new dorm shaking hands with rivals
Heading to that blue wall, ’cause you have to fight him
(Laudiano)
Have the burner ’cause I heard that his jab was nicer
Smith & Wesson, four five, for a forty niner
I’m a known home wrecker, like Jerry Springer
She told me that her name was Kia but here’s the stinger
I had her squirting on the bed with my middle fingers
I hope you really don’t believe that I want Blac Chyna
Murder weapons in Bikini Bottom, you not gon’ find ’em
I’m finna ask you where you from and don’t be lyin’
I’m not the biggest one in here, but I tote a giant
New additions to the others, lets go divide ’em
When I take the Smith & off my hip you should go inside
You pulled up without your burner, you chose to die
You could be bouncin’ out the car but you chose to drive
It’s Remble

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Rolls Royces, Maybachs, I am not drivin’
Thirty floors in the air, I am not hidin’
On the patio off drugs, start to skydiving
She said the boat was real, guess [?] was lyin’
Mans be hangin’ with the opps, he is not ridin’
They inside full time, so they is not dyin’
I’m not the one to be afraid if my family’s behind me
(Laudiano)
Chainsaws and Kel-Tecs, uppin’ Mary J Bligein’
Shit, I mean Lil Kimin’
Dodgin’ millimeter bullets bigger than Jessica Simpson
Bitches givin’ big head, like her chin crimson
Behind her, two midgets, but her face, look like a Gremlin
Niggas really not rappers, they just ramblin’
I’m with Remble at the temple, rehearsin’ scripters
Buy the bitch some new titties, upgrade her fixtures
Still beat up her son dad, nigga I’m the mister

[Verse 4: Remble]
I done been block to block in crocs and socks
Bounce in the whip, cock the Glock, then drop the top
It’s gonna be a long day if you watch the clock
You can either put your hands down, or box the chop
Um, is he getting put on at the park or not?
Come on are you really put on? Lets just stop the cap
Are you gonna get on when they start to clap?
When it falls down, you will see how they start to act

[Outro: Remble]
Boat, Remble
Make sure you recognize the difference from love and hate
When it gets ugly with the johnnies, go jump the gate
Told her I had my phone off for a couple days
Fuck do you mean to ask me a double date
Oh no don’t take your pants off, I just want the face
She said she’s [?], can’t even wait

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