Chamillionaire - Track Wrecka Lyrics

Yes sir (Yes sir)
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)

When I pull up in that Maybach
With my pistol on my seat
I 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 f*ck 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

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

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

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 rough hold up
Flip goin get you Aston out I'm a pull out the Jag
That's more 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 swanging 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

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

Front back and side to side
Man I hate that my homeboy Pimp C died
And Bun B I got your back
When it's time to ride
They wanna cut my wings because I'm so fly

The paint is wined out ya foes is glasshouse
Wine berry overload it's Ame 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

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