Bun B - Black on Black lyrics

[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 n***a we black on black, black on black My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black My n***a we black on black Flag all black Put it all on that My n***as 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 pike I ain't scared of handcuffs and links Only thing that petrify me is no money in bank I'mma Chevy out there sprayin' b**h, 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 shelf like, “Where the f** 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? [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 Sipping on black Hennessy out of a black flask And best believe that I'm coming to get your black a** When I pull that Mac out, they know I'm finna black out They start hitting fences, taking alley ways and the back route I caught one of 'em slipping, put that thing up to his back Pulled that trigger on that n***a, and all he saw was black [Hook] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Okay now black lil n***a, in them all black denims With a Mossberg pump that'll have them sleep in your liver Better watch that sh** 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 n***a bring beef my way, better let that 4-4 spray Yeah n***a 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 b**h so bad, Chinese and black, yeah I'm a wild young n***a, getting rich off rap My Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that [Hook]