"ROB HELL" lyrics
(performed by nobigdyl., Torey D'Shaun & Jon Keith)
Yeah, it's indie tribe., gangland you hear me?
Yeah, this is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell (What?)
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
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
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"
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
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
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
Yeah, this is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell (What?)
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
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
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"
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
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
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
