FTP

Yeah… G-Town stand up…

Colleyville who? (Ha)

You know what time it is…

Mustangs in the building, ayy

FTP, yeah we ridin’ through clean (FTP)

Whole squad gold, got that championship gleam (FTP)

Panthers talk big, but it’s all just a dream

Mustangs comin’ — 100 to nothin’, that’s the theme (FTP)

Drip like the jerseys, shine like the lights,

Friday night, whole city feelin’ right,

Grapevine pride, yeah, we born to fight,

Panthers step up, they gon’ take that flight.

They talk that talk, but can’t walk that walk,

We breakin’ that line, no time for the talk,

Horse kick heavy, like thunder when we stomp,

End zone dancin’, mustangs gon’ romp.

FTP, yeah we ridin’ through clean (FTP)

Whole squad gold, got that championship gleam (FTP)

Panthers talk big, but it’s all just a dream

Mustangs comin’ — 100 to nothin’, that’s the theme (FTP)

Look — it’s tradition, it’s legacy, pride in our veins,

We built this city off blood, sweat, and gains,

Colleyville shook, yeah, they know our names,

Every play we make just adds to the flames.

Mustang mob, we don’t play fair,

Blue and red drip, you can feel it in the air,

Every touchdown feel like a prayer,

FTP, we the truth, they scared.

They can’t stop what’s destined to be,

We the kings of the field, it’s our legacy,

Every chant from the stands, pure energy,

FTP — that’s the melody.

FTP, yeah we ridin’ through clean (FTP)

Mustang power, runnin’ through the scene (FTP)

Panthers no chance, that’s reality,

100 to zero, that’s prophecy (FTP).