Gunplay - Black On Black lyrics

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Ft Ace Hood & Bun B

[Hook: Ace Hood]

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 no 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

[Verse 1: Gunplay]

I put black on the paint

I whip white in the sink

I put work on the pipe

I ain’t scared of handcuffs and links

Only thing that petrify me is no money and paint

I’mma 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 took the kitchen, they wasn’t cuttin’ the loaf

Butcher knife on the shelf 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 rapin’ this song, I’m wrong?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bun B]

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

Sippin’ on black Hennessy out of a black flask

And best believe that I’m coming to get your black ass

When I pull that Mac out, they know I’m finna black out

They start hittin’ fences, taking alley ways and the back route

I caught one of ‘em slippin’, but that thing up to his back

Pulled that trigger on that nigga, and all he saw was black

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]

Okay now black lil nigga, in them all black denims

With a Mossberg pump that I 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 ? on that

And I keep that black Louie bag, racks on racks

My bitch so bad, Chinese and black, yeah

I’m a wild young nigga, gettin’ rich off rap

My Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that

[Hook]