We pull up with the top off we ridin' windy
Biting down I got that lockjaw
We run the city
I pull up in that all black
Who ridin' with me
We takin' over Georgia
Ain't no committee
We representin' Shiloh yea thats the city
Riding high with Coach Tino we eating plenty
Clinching on that trophy they clinching pinnies
At the end of the day
We the last one standing
Man we pull up in that bus
Yea you know you outta luck
Fans, yea you know they gotta a lot of love
Lookin' at your bleachers yea you got no one to hype you up
Bow your heads and pray
Yea you know we need our God above
Pull up downtown
Yea we boutta shut you down
Yea we took over Gwinnett
And we comin' for ya next
Ain't stop till we get this chip
Every day we put our bodies at risk
Maybe one day we'll get to hold the trophy
But in the end man its all for the glory
Pull up in that all black
All black
Yea you know you can't handle that
Handle that
Hit you so hard
Where you at
Where you at
Man you lost gotta find that map
Find that map
Aye
We pull up with the top off we ridin' windy
Biting down I got that lockjaw
We run the city
I pull up in that all black
Who ridin' with me
We takin' over Georgia
Ain't no committee
We representin' Shiloh yea thats the city
Riding high with Coach Tino we eating plenty
Clinching on that trophy they clinching pinnies
At the end of the day
We the last one standing
Look around ain't no one left
All the fakes ran out the back
Ain't no way that you could score
When you fumble all the snaps
Aye
Got my boys right beside
I see you 'bout to criticize
But for these men yea I would die
Put my life on that line
Aye
Put my body on the line
Fight for my soul in the trenches
You could never understand
So please save your judgments
I put my trust in God
I put it all in his hands
Just so that I could look out
See all the fans in the stands
Yea aye
We pull up with the top off we ridin' windy
Biting down I got that lockjaw
We run the city
I pull up in that all black
Who ridin' with me
We takin' over Georgia
Ain't no committee
We representin' Shiloh yea thats the city
Riding high with Coach Tino we eating plenty
Clinching on that trophy they clinching pinnies
At the end of the day
We the last one standing
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We pull up with the top off we ridin' windy
Biting down I got that lockjaw
We run the city
I pull up in that all black
Who ridin' with me
We takin' over Georgia
Ain't no committee
We representin' Shiloh yea thats the city
Riding high with Coach Tino we eating plenty
Clinching on that trophy they clinching pinnies
At the end of the day
We the last one standing
Man we pull up in that bus
Yea you know you outta luck
Fans, yea you know they gotta a lot of love
Lookin' at your bleachers yea you got no one to hype you up
Bow your heads and pray
Yea you know we need our God above
Pull up downtown
Yea we boutta shut you down
Yea we took over Gwinnett
And we comin' for ya next
Ain't stop till we get this chip
Every day we put our bodies at risk
Maybe one day we'll get to hold the trophy
But in the end man its all for the glory
Pull up in that all black
All black
Yea you know you can't handle that
Handle that
Hit you so hard
Where you at
Where you at
Man you lost gotta find that map
Find that map
Aye
We pull up with the top off we ridin' windy
Biting down I got that lockjaw
We run the city
I pull up in that all black
Who ridin' with me
We takin' over Georgia
Ain't no committee
We representin' Shiloh yea thats the city
Riding high with Coach Tino we eating plenty
Clinching on that trophy they clinching pinnies
At the end of the day
We the last one standing
Look around ain't no one left
All the fakes ran out the back
Ain't no way that you could score
When you fumble all the snaps
Aye
Got my boys right beside
I see you 'bout to criticize
But for these men yea I would die
Put my life on that line
Aye
Put my body on the line
Fight for my soul in the trenches
You could never understand
So please save your judgments
I put my trust in God
I put it all in his hands
Just so that I could look out
See all the fans in the stands
Yea aye
We pull up with the top off we ridin' windy
Biting down I got that lockjaw
We run the city
I pull up in that all black
Who ridin' with me
We takin' over Georgia
Ain't no committee
We representin' Shiloh yea thats the city
Riding high with Coach Tino we eating plenty
Clinching on that trophy they clinching pinnies
At the end of the day
We the last one standing
Biting down I got that lockjaw
We run the city
I pull up in that all black
Who ridin' with me
We takin' over Georgia
Ain't no committee
We representin' Shiloh yea thats the city
Riding high with Coach Tino we eating plenty
Clinching on that trophy they clinching pinnies
At the end of the day
We the last one standing
Man we pull up in that bus
Yea you know you outta luck
Fans, yea you know they gotta a lot of love
Lookin' at your bleachers yea you got no one to hype you up
Bow your heads and pray
Yea you know we need our God above
Pull up downtown
Yea we boutta shut you down
Yea we took over Gwinnett
And we comin' for ya next
Ain't stop till we get this chip
Every day we put our bodies at risk
Maybe one day we'll get to hold the trophy
But in the end man its all for the glory
Pull up in that all black
All black
Yea you know you can't handle that
Handle that
Hit you so hard
Where you at
Where you at
Man you lost gotta find that map
Find that map
Aye
We pull up with the top off we ridin' windy
Biting down I got that lockjaw
We run the city
I pull up in that all black
Who ridin' with me
We takin' over Georgia
Ain't no committee
We representin' Shiloh yea thats the city
Riding high with Coach Tino we eating plenty
Clinching on that trophy they clinching pinnies
At the end of the day
We the last one standing
Look around ain't no one left
All the fakes ran out the back
Ain't no way that you could score
When you fumble all the snaps
Aye
Got my boys right beside
I see you 'bout to criticize
But for these men yea I would die
Put my life on that line
Aye
Put my body on the line
Fight for my soul in the trenches
You could never understand
So please save your judgments
I put my trust in God
I put it all in his hands
Just so that I could look out
See all the fans in the stands
Yea aye
We pull up with the top off we ridin' windy
Biting down I got that lockjaw
We run the city
I pull up in that all black
Who ridin' with me
We takin' over Georgia
Ain't no committee
We representin' Shiloh yea thats the city
Riding high with Coach Tino we eating plenty
Clinching on that trophy they clinching pinnies
At the end of the day
We the last one standing
Writer: Anthony Pedata
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