Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rocc Climbing, artist - RembleDate of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rocc Climbing |
| 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, or like she |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 behind me |
| (Laudiano) |
| Chainsaws and Kel-Tecs, uppin' Mary J Bligein' |
| Shit, I mean Lil Kimin' |
| Dodgin' millimeter bullets bigger than Jesica Simpson |
| Bitches givin' big head, like her chin crimson |
| Behind her, two midgets, but her face, looks 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 have 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 |