Big Black Truck
Dreamville Lyrics


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Yeah
Uh
Yeah, uh, whoa shit, whoa shit
Whoa, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
This is gonna be weird, but 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, blow
Gather the women and children, then take them inside
Bitch, back up
Cry, cry, cry, cry, mommas'll cry

Up in the morning at 6:45
When I be up, I be talking to God
We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my
Lions and tigers and niggas with 9s
Cheaters and liars, but who on your side?
I think they setting me up for demise
I think they plottin', just look in they
Whoa shit, whoa 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 butler buddy
Gettin' blacked on, if he act wrong
Get your motherfucking strap on, leave it at home
And I'm Taxstone, brrat, brrat
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 these just my littles
But these be the killers for real (yeah)

Up in the morning at 6:45
When I be up, I be talking to God
We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my
Lions and tigers and niggas with 9s
Cheaters and liars, but who on your side?
I feel they setting me up for demise
I think they plottin', just look in they eyes
Whoa shit, whoa 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, blow
Gather the women and children, then take them inside
Bitch, back up
Cry, cry, cry, cry, mommas'll cry





Nigga you know how we ride, nigga
Carbon 15s and 9s only

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to JID’s Big Black Truck are packed with imagination and are a testament to his lyrical prowess. The song begins with JID warning the listener that what they are about to hear might be weird. The song tells a tale of danger and survival in the jungle of life. The “Big Black Truck” of the song is a metaphor for the artist’s ability to handle danger and overcome obstacles. This big black truck is JID’s vehicle for survival and strength as he navigates the treacherous jungle.


The song's hook emphasizes JID's strength and unabashed confidence. He wants us to know that he is not afraid of anyone who may pose as a threat. He is ready to take matters into his own hands to protect himself and his crew. The verses of the song detail JID’s journey of growth and his rise to power. JID details his interactions with God, representing a sense of spirituality and faith that underpins his strength and determination.


Overall, the lyrics of the song tell the story of JID’s struggle to overcome obstacles and thrive in a world where danger can come from every direction. The song speaks to the artist’s enduring resilience and ability to rise above the challenges in his life.


Line by Line Meaning

Big black truck
JID is setting the stage with the title of the song, which is referencing his vehicle


Pull up and hop out, then go in your shit for a dollar
JID is indicating that he's not interested in robbing someone or their possessions as it's not worth his time or effort


Bitch, back up
These are blunt words directed to those around JID. He's warning them to keep their distance and not mess with him.


They want a problem, not really, but really it's nada
People around him might be trying to cause problems, but JID is not going to engage with them as he sees their efforts as useless.


Click, clack, blow
JID is illustrating the sound of possible gunshots, conveying the danger that can arise when people don't heed his warning to stay away.


Gather the women and children, then take them inside
JID is not interested in harming women and children around him; rather, he wants to protect them in case an altercation happens.


Cry, cry, cry, cry, mommas'll cry
JID is reiterating that he doesn't want any trouble, as it would only lead to sorrow and tears for his or the other party's loved ones.


Up in the morning at 6:45
JID is highlighting his commitment to God; this is when he begins his day by talking to God.


When I be up, I be talking to God
JID is emphasizing his strong religious beliefs guiding his steps.


We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my
JID likens his surroundings to a jungle, where he and others around him face dangerous situations and people that require navigating despite the risks.


Lions and tigers and niggas with 9s
JID describes the tense and threatening circumstances surrounding him by comparing them to predators in the jungle.


Cheaters and liars, but who on your side?
JID is expressing his deep mistrust of those around him and highlighting his fear of betrayal.


I think they setting me up for demise
JID believes that others are plotting against him and that his life is in danger.


I think they plottin', just look in they
JID's fear grows stronger as he believes that the people surrounding him have ulterior motives.


I could make a flash from a little piece of plastic
JID is boasting about his skills in making guns and creating flash powder, indicating that he knows how to defend himself.


Throw the peace sign, better call the pediatrics
JID is mocking those that might approach him and are not cautious, suggesting that their boldness could result in injury.


Or read Ecclesiastes, I'm cleaning up the cat fleas
JID is making a reference to the biblical book of Ecclesiastes, indicating his knowledge of the Holy Scriptures, and humorously saying that he's cleaning up a nuisance (cat fleas).


I'm working on my back swing
JID has a casual tone here, suggesting that even under high-stress situations, he is always trying to improve his golf game.


They coming at my back attacking
Others around JID are very much a threat to him, which could lead to failure and ultimately cost him his life.


A tackle, a technical foul, travel
JID is using sports language in this line. Tackle stands for being attacked, technical foul- someone doing something unethical to cause harm, and travel for running away from danger.


Babbling Babylon, brother, you ready for battle?
JID is directly calling out an entity in this line for its corruption, questioning if those that align themselves with it are ready to go to war.


And bet your bottom butler buddy
JID is emphasizing that when people bet or align with those that align themselves with the corrupt entity or situation, they would be dead wrong, like a butler as they will meet an unfortunate end.


Gettin' blacked on, if he act wrong
JID is warning that some individuals who work for the corrupt entity or organization can be harmed if they don't act correctly.


Get your motherfucking strap on, leave it at home
JID encourages his supporters and possible opponents to arm themselves in this line and to stay safe, but not the extent of carrying a weapon all around, which makes them targets.


And I'm Taxstone, brrat, brrat
JID is referencing a convicted killer, Taxstone, and his style of gun noise, further emphasizing his dangerousness when pushed to the extreme.


At your hat, send me up to Sing Sing for that
JID is making a direct threat to powerful enemies that if they continue to push him, they will have to face him in prison, as he refuses to back down.


If I miss you, I got niggas I could ring-ring for that
JID is suggesting that he has backup support, as he has allies who can help him take down his enemies when he misses his mark.


Shoot the picture, if I get you, I'ma get you
JID is indicating that he is not scared to kill, indicating that if he takes aim and hits his target, they will not escape his wrath.


When I get you, I'ma get you, Jack
JID is doubling down on his previous lines that he will not relent his pursuit of anyone until they are dealt with or eliminated.


I'm kickin' back
JID finally eases up from the harsh tone, indicating that he can relax and stay away from harm in his big black truck.


Thinkin how these niggas tried to hate me
JID has time to reflect and think about the people who have tried to harm him, highlighting the danger of his lifestyle.


In the rear-view mirror, like are y'all serious?
JID is questioning the seriousness of his opposition and compares them to clowns in his rearview mirror.


I'ma pull up on niggas and these just my littles
JID is indicating that he still has a strong team of followers, and he's ready to lead them into battle if the situation arises.


But these be the killers for real (yeah)
JID highlights his team's dangerousness with this term, not to be taken lightly.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Destin Route, John Christopher Welch Ii, Peter Mudge

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@joseguillermo1790

[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



@lullaby7790

Lyrics:

[Intro]
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

[Refrain]
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

[Chorus]
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


[Verse]
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 buddy getting blacked on
If he act wrong, get your motherfucking strap on
Leave your gat home, no Taxstone, blat blat 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 rearview mirror like, "Are y'all serious?"
I'ma pull up on niggas and need just my littles
But these bitches killers for ya

[Chorus]
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

[Refrain]
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



@katherinelundin8343

[Intro]
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



@augustus5789

The lyrics aint complete so heres the complete one

[Intro]
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



@Jotzani

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 buddy getting blacked on
If he act wrong, get your motherfucking strap on
Leave your gat home, no Taxstone, blatt-blatt 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 rearview mirror like, "Are y'all serious?"
I'ma pull up on niggas and need just my littles
But these bitches killers for ya



@brothaspl1t

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, blow
Gather the women and children, then take them inside
Bitch, back up
Cry, cry, cry, cry, mommas'll cry

Up in the morning at 6:45
When I be up, I be talking to God
We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my
Lions and tigers and niggas with 9s
Cheaters and liars, but who on your side?
I think they setting me up for demise
I think they plottin', just look in they
Whoa shit, whoa 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 butler buddy
Gettin' blacked on, if he act wrong
Get your motherfucking strap on, leave it at home
And I'm Taxstone, brrat, brrat
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 these just my littles
But these be the killers for real (yeah)

Up in the morning at 6:45
When I be up, I be talking to God
We in the jungle, it's scary, oh my
Lions and tigers and niggas with 9s
Cheaters and liars, but who on your side?
I feel they setting me up for demise
I think they plottin', just look in they eyes
Whoa shit, whoa 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, blow
Gather the women and children, then take them inside
Bitch, back up
Cry, cry, cry, cry, mommas'll cry

Nigga you know how we ride, nigga
Carbon 15s and 9s only



All comments from YouTube:

@dj_young0623

J.I.D’s hasn’t disappointed yet his next album gonna be something crazy 🔥

@Noobking-eh6nj

DJ_ Legend06 Fr

@omarchiago1546

BIG BLACK TRUCK finna be the first single of the album

@aymansaid7028

Did you not hear his last project? Trippin...

@aymansaid7028

@DJ_ Legend06 hopefully he doesnt go mainstream. But i doubt. He is surrounded by organic energy. That isnt chasing a dollar sign

@gkay8889

@Saiyan 47 bbt is not on the next album

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@SwankVibes

Anytime J.I.D says “woah shit” on any song I get hype 😂

@jacobsup

FACTS

@hopkidokid

Big fact

@pd9052

Saying it live with him feels even better

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