Track Wrecka

[Intro: Lil' Flip]

Yessir

(Yessir)

Come on

(Uh)

We back once again

Tag team, you ain't dreaming

It's Flip Gates and (Chamillitary Mayne)

Ha, ha, yeah man, this what the fans want

They want the hear a bread winner spit it

(let's get into man)

Track Wreckas

Hotter than black peppers

(let's go)

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]

When I pull up in that Maybach with my pistol on my seatI got a wake up with that R.I

And the grape Swisher Sweets

I skeet skeet then beep beep I drop em hog then I'm gone And since my slab a brown whip

I call it Indiana Jones Get it?

A brown whip, ah fuck it y'all rappers too slow

I'm dirty dancing with the freaks in the new Vogue

Big licker, green swishers got the club stanky

A Bentley on Yankees but it's fifty on my bank it

I let y'all borrow my swag ya outta thank me

I blow rooters like toobers you try to gank me

You can't be serious, Houston ain't finished

How was that when I made a half of meal on my teeth?

I got that Geena Green bread, that Martha Stewart cash

And when I'm at high rollers they bring my money and clear bags

The vet black since I visited the same color

We lethal weapons are real, man I'm Danny Glover

[Hook x2: Chamillionaire]

Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka

Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka

Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka

Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga

Here lizard, lizard, lizard

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]

I might pull my cash out make a bank teller pass out

Cause I get mo bank than an armor truck on it's last rought

Hol' up, Flip goin get'cha Aston out I'm a pull out the Jag

That's mo swag than a V.M.A. end of the party band

I'm getting cash you ain't with it I ain't try'na talk

I don't compute cause most of these rappers Microsoft

It isn't safe just cause my safe looking just like a vault

Somebody rob Ford Nox (and it's looking like I'm cost)

Turn up my four-fifteens, I'm swangin' like a swing

My Lincoln took a leak I guess is it too much supreme

It's looking candy green, I think it's gasoline

If it ain't gas it's lean, I think my slab a fiend

And I already put three slabs in rehab

Each Jag is overdosed to each class

My E-class, my S-class, my V-class

They all wanna be bad kids and be fast

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka

Check out my track record, check out my track wrecka

Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka

Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga

[Bridge 1: Lil' Flip]

Front, back, and side to side

Man I hate that my homeboy Pimp C died

And Bun B I got'cha back when it's time to ride

They wanna cut my wings because I'm so fly

[Bridge 2: Chamillionaire]

Ha, ha

The paint is wined out, ya fo's is glasshouse

Wineberry overload it's Amy wined out

Y'all at the center the Roster and I doubt

That this rocket in my pocket don't make it while trying out

Like POW

[Hook:  Chamillionaire]

Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka

Check out my track record, check out my track record

Check out my track record, they say I'm a track wrecka

Hotter than a black pepper, now that I am back nigga