Maybach Music Group - Black On Black Lyrics
[Performed by Gunplay][Featuring: Ace Hood & Bun B][Hook: Ace Hood]Okay now guess who’s backIn a black MaybachWith a black card on me, better know it’s straight like thatMy nigga we black on black, black on blackMy Rolex gold, but know my strap all blackMy nigga we black on blackFlag all blackPut it all on thatMy niggas gon’ ride for a factYeah homie we black on black, black on blackOne thing that’s fact: I’m rich and black[Verse 1: Gunplay]I put black on the paintI whip white in the sinkI put work on the pikeI ain’t scared of handcuffs and linksOnly thing that petrify me is no money in bankI’ma Chevy out there sprayin’ *****, I’ll jail bite the crankI’m a shark out the tank, I don’t bark I just biteKeep that K all day, don’t walk up on me I’ll pull that knifeAll gold Dayton spokes strokin’ the pavement slowI did that hoe a favor and she paid me back in throatI told the kitchen they wasn’t cutting the loafButcher knife on the shelf like, “Where the ***** the filet mignon?”Take a close look at my face, the war paint is onStuck my dick in the world, now I’m raping this song, I’m wrong?[Hook][Verse 2: Bun B]Man I’m sitting in a black room dressed up in a black fitI’m cleaning my black guns and loading my black clipsCount from one to fifty, that’s a fully loaded magI pick it all up and put it in a black bagPut on my black gloves, put on my black maskPop my trunk and load it up and jump in my black JagSipping on black Hennessy out of a black flaskAnd best believe that I’m coming to get your black assWhen I pull that Mac out, they know I’m finna black outThey start hitting fences, taking alley ways and the back routeI caught one of ‘em slipping, put that thing up to his backPulled 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 denimsWith a Mossberg pump that’ll have them sleep in your liverBetter watch that shit that you say, my goons don’t playThat black Glock 9 never leave my side, no wayI keep that strap when I pray, even when I bow head to say graceAny nigga bring beef my way, better let that 4-4 sprayYeah nigga that’s black on black, my whips all blackThat Ghost don’t fold, them four Diablos on thatAnd I keep that black Louis bag, racks on racksMy ***** so bad, Chinese and black, yeahI’m a wild young nigga, getting rich off rapMy Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that[Hook]
