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

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

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 **** 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

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 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 **** 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 **** tried to hate me

In the rear view mirror like, "Are y'all serious?"

I'ma pull up on **** and need just my littles

But these be the killers for real (Yeah)

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 **** 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

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

****, you know how we ridin', ****

Carbon 15s and TEC-9s only