Big Black Truck

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh Uh, woah shit, woah shit Woah, woah shit, woah shit Woah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah It's gon' be weird, don't cut it off, though, uh Chorus Big black truck Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar Bitch, back up They want a problem, not really, but really, it's nada Click-clack, blood Gather the women and children, then take them inside Bitch, back up Graow-graow-graow-graow, mamas'll cry Refrain Up in the morning at 6:45 Woah, woah When I be up, I be talking to God Woah, woah We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my Woah, woah Lions and tigers and niggas with knives Woah, woah Cheaters and liars, but who on your side Woah, woah I think they setting me up for demise Woah, woah I think they plottin', just look in they— Woah, woah Woah, shit, woah, shit, okay Verse I could make a flash from a little piece of plastic Throw the peace sign, better call the pediatrics Or read Ecclesiastes, I'm cleaning up the cat fleas I'm working on my back swing, they coming at my back attacking A tackle, a technical foul, travel Babbling Babylon, brother, you ready for battle And, bitch, your bottom butler buddy getting blacked on If he act wrong, get your motherfucking strap on Leave your gat home, no Taxstone, brap-brap at your hat Send me up to Sing Sing for that If I miss you, I got niggas I could ring-ring for that Shoot the picture, if I get you, I'ma get you, when I get you, I'ma get you, Jack I'm kickin' back thinkin' how these niggas tried to hate me In the rear view mirror like, Are y'all serious I'ma pull up on niggas and need just my littles But these be the killers for real Yeah Refrain Up in the morning at 6:45 Woah, woah When I be up, I be talking to God Woah, woah We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my Woah, woah Lions and tigers and niggas with knives Woah, woah Cheaters and liars, but who on your side Woah, woah I feel they setting me up for demise Woah, woah I think they plottin', just look in they eyes Woah, woah Shit, woah, shit, okay Chorus Big black truck Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar Bitch, back up They want a problem, not really, but really, it's nada Click-clack, blood Gather the women and children, then take them inside Bitch, back up Graow-graow-graow-graow, mamas'll cry Outro Nigga, you know how we ridin', nigga Carbon 15s and TEC-9s only