Lyrics

[Verse]
Shoulder pads clappin’, helmet-tap to snap it,
Hustle in the huddle, strategy’s elastic.
Numbers on jerseys shining under floodlights,
Cleats gripping turf, we dance through the dogfights.

[Chorus]
Boom of the drumline, horns steady blastin’,
Crowd go wild, stompin' everlasting.
Snare rolls tight as the game-clock ticks,
Trap meets brass, yeah, we hittin’ the licks.

[Bridge]
Field generals bark signals like it’s warfare,
Passes zip crisp, opponents unaware.
Trombones scream, sync with the hard 808,
When the bassline drops, we decimate fate.

[Verse 2]
March to the cadence, gridiron parade,
Band clashing horns while we defend the brigade.
Fumbles get snatched like candy from hands,
Trap rhythm echoes through the rival stands.

[Chorus]
Boom of the drumline, horns steady blastin’,
Crowd go wild, stompin' everlasting.
Snare rolls tight as the game-clock ticks,
Trap meets brass, yeah, we hittin’ the licks.

[Bridge]
Bagpipes meet brass, crowd chant unified,
Percussioners pounding—kicks amplified.
End zone within sight, marching to glory,
Victory anthem, halftime story.