ROB HELL

Lyrics

[Intro: Torey D'Shaun, nobigdyl. & DJ Mykael V] Yeah, it's indie tribe., gangland you hear me? Yeah, this is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell (What?) [Verse 1: Jon Keith] Bro what's up? Yeah, it's really them Tribe been catchin' bodies every year, that's trapeze and 'em I'm bleedin' 'em, I heard Don died they still grievin' him Got some words I live by, since Nicene Creed and them It's up, ayy, bro, where my sheisty at? Need my peace and mama's hundred G's and run some ice with that I'm on God's time, uncle got a tear and he was not cryin' Tell me, what I gotta fear? Told you, we is not dyin' Baby, that's Torey in this thing and I'll be right back Tried to tell her indie tribe's the gang but she ain't like that The homie said he see a snake, I said "I see a nice hat" Not gonna see you playing with God's name, don't even type that It's up [Chorus: Torey D'Shaun & nobigdyl.] Uh, uh, uh, this a get back type beat Uh, uh, uh, get yo' lick back type beat Uh, uh, uh, don't just sit back type beat This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell [Verse 2: nobigdyl.] Man, I'm finna rob a body bag Zombieland, finna hit Gehenna in a Pontiac Window down, scripture hit him dead off in his cardiac Take him to the Golden Gates, tell me where Kehlani at Knew it wasn't no looking back when KB told me "HGA" I never snitch, but I confess a sin like I was Babyface Snatch my brother out of Hades' gates over 808s He was losin' focus sellin' D like it was ADH Do not bring no demon round the clique 'cause we gon' set him up The only witch I'm wit' is purely fiction, word to Elphaba When I hit Yeshua, it's direct, don't need a cellular Finna hit a lick, I hit up Jon and told him, "Saddle up" Rolling Loud, clique is finna witness to a hunnid-thou' They got crosses hanging upside down, I told 'em "Turn around" Who knew rap from Heaven was gon' come up from the underground? I hit Sheol with a hundred rounds, said "Don't make a sound" [Chorus: Torey D'Shaun & nobigdyl.] Uh, uh, uh, this a get back type beat Uh, uh, uh, get yo' lick back type beat Uh, uh, uh, don't just sit back type beat This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell [Verse 3: Torey D'Shaun] At the front door of hell with angels and an angry God Pull up— *knock, knock, knock* who is that? Mmm, it's the tribe Will a man rob God? The devil crazy, ain't he? They took a trip to Haiti, we took a trip to Hades Jesus washed my body, but He still left a stain on me Broke me free from bondage, but I still got my chains on me Dipped me in that water but I still got my flame on me (Yeah) Satan threw a shot up, but he didn't win the—okay Where he at? I heard he dangerous, I'm tryna make a scene Yeshua, get out the car, if you don't know what that mean Walk up on 'em, tap on his pockets like I need all my things Give it up, you know what it is, it's orders from the King [Chorus: Torey D'Shaun & nobigdyl.] Uh, uh, uh, this a get back type beat Uh, uh, uh, get yo' lick back type beat Uh, uh, uh, don't just sit back type beat This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell