ROB HELL (feat. 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, ay, bro, where my shiesty 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, I 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 100 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, who is that? Mm, 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