big black truck
Uh, woah shit, woah shit
Woah, woah shit, woah shit
Woah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah
Weird—
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
Klick, klack, blow
Gather the women and children, then take them inside
Big black truck
Gra-gra-gra-gra, mommas is crying
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 eyes (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, bitch, your bottom butler budicky
I'm black owned, if he act wrong
Get your motherfucking strap on
Leave your dap home
No tax stone
Blat, blat, at your hat
Send me up the 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 rearview mirror
Like are y'all serious?
I'ma pull up on niggas and need just my littles but these bitches killers for ya
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)
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
Klick, klack, blow
Gather the women and children, then take them inside
Big black truck
Gra-gra-gra-gra, mommas is crying