Lyrics

[Intro: Explosive drums, scorching guitar riff]

Buffalo’s rising, ready to brawl,
We’re Bills Mafia, smashing through it all.
Cold winds hit, but we don’t care,
With Labatt in hand, we’re everywhere.

[Verse 1: Aggressive, in-your-face]

New York’s only team, we own this state,
Jets stuck in Jersey, fuck their fate.
Josh Allen’s the king, MVP beast,
Breaking defenses, feasting on the East.
Keon’s in zero, ready to explode,
Kincaid’s in the zone, locking in the code.
James Cook running wild, defenses in pain,
Buffalo’s coming, like a freight train.

[Chorus: High-octane, relentless]

We’re Bills Mafia, loud and proud,
Fuck the rest, we’re ruling the crowd.
Jets can dream, but they’re out of luck,
2024’s our year, we’re here to fuck shit up.
Miami sinking, Tua’s out of gas,
And the Pats? Man, they’re a thing of the past.

[Verse 2: No mercy, direct shots]

From the streets of Buffalo to the field’s roar,
We’re the heartbeat, kicking down the door.
Chiefs got rings, but we’re coming fast,
Swifties can’t save them, that shit won’t last.
No wideouts, just a QB that croaks,
While we light it up, leaving ‘em in smoke.
Trent and Colin, beers held high,
This is our anthem, and we’re aiming for the sky.

[Bridge: Intense, full throttle]

In the snow and ice, we rise as one,
With Allen at the front, we get shit done.
Keon, Kincaid, Cook in stride,
Buffalo’s power, we’re here with pride.
Von’s on the prowl, eyes on the prize,
This is our moment, watch us rise.

[Chorus: High-octane, relentless]

We’re Bills Mafia, loud and proud,
Fuck the rest, we’re ruling the crowd.
Jets can dream, but they’re out of luck,
2024’s our year, we’re here to fuck shit up.
Miami sinking, Tua’s out of gas,
And the Pats? Man, they’re a thing of the past.

[Outro: Triumphant, victory chant]

Bills Mafia rising, beers in the air,
Under the cold Buffalo glare.
This is our anthem, our battle cry,
In Buffalo, we’re reaching for the sky.
Let’s Go Buffalo! Fuck the rest!
Let’s Go Buffalo! We’re the best!