Dreamville, JID - Big Black Truck lyrics

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 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

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 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)

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

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

Nigga, you know how we ridin', nigga
Carbon 15s and TEC-9s only