Big Black Truck lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Uh, woah sh*t, woah sh*t
Woah, woah sh*t, woah sh*t
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 sh*t for a dollar
b*tch, 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
b*tch, 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 n*ggas 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, sh*t, woah, sh*t, 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 bet your bottom buck lil' buddy getting blacked on
If he act wrong, get your motherf*cking 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas tried to hate me
In the rear view mirror like, "Are y'all serious?"
I'ma pull up on n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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)
sh*t, woah, sh*t, okay
[Chorus]
Big black truck
Pull up and hop out, then go in your sh*t for a dollar
b*tch, 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
b*tch, back up
Graow-graow-graow-graow, mamas'll cry

[Outro]
n*gga, you know how we ridin', n*gga
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