Gunplay, Ace Hood, Bun B - Black on Black lyrics

Okay now guess who's back in a black Maybach
With a black card on me
Better know it’s straight like that
My nigga, we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nigga we black on black, flag all black
Put it all on that
My niggas gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie, we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact: I'm rich and black

I put black on the paint
I whip white in the sink
I put work on the pike
I ain't scared of handcuffs and links
Only thing that petrify me is
No money in bank
I'm a Chevy out there sprayin' bitch
I’ll jail bite the crank
I’m a shark out the tank, I don’t bark
I just bite
Keep that K all day, don’t walk up on me
I'll put that knife all gold Dayton spokes
Strokin' the pavement slow
I did that ho a favor and
She paid me back in throat
I told the kitchen
They wasn’t cutting the loaf
Butcher knife on the chef like
"Where the fuck the filet mignon?"
Take a close look at my face
The war paint is on
Stuck my dick in the world
Now I'm raping this song, i'm wrong?

Guess who's back in a black Maybach
With a black card on me
Better know it’s straight like that
My nigga, we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nigga we black on black, flag all black
Put it all on that
My niggas gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie, we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact: I'm rich and black

Man I'm sitting in a black room
Dressed up in a black fit
I’m cleaning my black guns and
Loading my black clips
Count from one to fifty
That's a fully loaded mag
I pick it all up and put it in a black bag
Put on my black gloves, put on my black mask
Pop my trunk and load it up
And jump in my black Jag
Sipping on black Hennessy out
Of a black flask
And best believe that I'm coming
To get yo' black ass
When I pull that MAC out
They know I'm finna black out
They start hitting fences
Taking alleyways and the back route
I caught one of 'em slipping
Put that thing up to his back
Pulled that trigger on that nigga
And all he saw was black

Guess who's back in a black Maybach
With a black card on me
Better know it’s straight like that
My nigga, we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nigga we black on black, flag all black
Put it all on that
My niggas gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie, we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact: I'm rich and black

Okay now, black little nigga
In them all black denims
With a Mossberg pump that'll have
Them sleep in your liver
Better watch that shit that you say
My goons don’t play
That black Glock-9 never leave my side
No way i keep that strap when I pray
Even when I bow head to say grace
Any nigga bring beef my way
Better let that 4-4 spray
Yeah, nigga, that's black on black
My whips all black that Ghost don’t fold
Them four Diablos on that
And I keep that black Louis bag
Racks on racks
My bitch so bad, Chinese and black, yeah
I'm a wild young nigga, getting rich off rap
My Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that

Guess who's back in a black Maybach
With a black card on me
Better know it’s straight like that
My nigga, we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nigga we black on black, flag all black
Put it all on that
My niggas gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie, we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact: I'm rich and black