[Verse 1]
I'm in my big body Benz
Riding with 4 of my friends
Shoot a bird at them coppers
While blowing smoke in the wind
Up out the window my flag
I got my foot on the gas
Then my yak on the dash
Then we run up at yo ass
Riding the streets of Atlanta
Better take out the camera
D.S.G.B. on my banner, raised high
Until I die, bet I'ma through it up
It's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give a
Throw up yo flags

[Hook]
Throw yo flags up! [repeat 7X]
Come on you scared, you scared

[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
I got them fifteen's pushing, trying to rip up the speaker
Know that Pastor and Peter, on the hunt for the reaper
Call ???, CMB got the world in a dro'
We flexing hard in Atlanta, or we get the scope
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It's GA, Georgia Tech or Bulldog
2nd seed we, and I'm bout to Boss Hog
Atlanta to Augusta a hustla straight out the rip
Them Georgia boys my army forever we stand equipped
Ready for whatever you better go ask around
We ain't bout to playground with ya, we cutting ya down
A million little boys trying to sound like me
Now everybody copying the one that dissed P
A second prized G, but I ain't chicken
Soon as you think I'm slippin you hear that pistol clickin'
And I'ma try my best to eat yo ass for dinner
Better throw up yo flag and tell me that you surrender
Throw it up

[Hook]
Throw yo flags up! [3X] yeah, yeah
Throw yo flags up! [3X] come on you scared, you scared
Throw yo flags up! [3X] yeah, yeah
Throw yo flags up! [3X] come on you scared, you scared

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