| Song | Black on Black |
| Artist | Ace Hood |
| Artist | Bun B |
| Artist | Gunplay |
| Album | Self Made Vol. 2 |
| 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 [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'ma 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 pull that knife | |
| All gold Dayton spokes strokin' the pavement slow | |
| I did that hoe 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 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? [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 ass | |
| 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 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'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 [Hook] |
| 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 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' ma 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 pull that knife | |
| All gold Dayton spokes strokin' the pavement slow | |
| I did that hoe 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 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? 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 ass | |
| 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 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' 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 44 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 Hook |