Lyrics

[Intro: Powerful drums, searing guitar riff]

Buffalo’s burning, the fire’s in our eyes,
Bills Mafia rising, aiming for the prize.
Tables smashing, Labatts on ice,
Tailgates roaring, everything’s nice.

[Verse 1: Bold, relentless]

We’re New York’s own, the real deal,
Jets stuck in Jersey, wishing they were real.
Josh Allen’s our leader, MVP grind,
Breaking through defenses, leaving them behind.
Keon’s in zero, ready to explode,
Kincaid’s in the end zone, taking the load.
James Cook’s blazing, fast as a flash,
Buffalo’s charging, making a dash.

[Chorus: Anthemic, driven]

We’re Bills Mafia, chasing Lombardi’s name,
Breaking through the ranks, rewriting the game.
Jets can dream, but they’re out of luck,
2024’s our year, we’re here to disrupt.
Miami’s sinking, Tua’s out of time,
And the Pats? Bitch, they’ve lost their prime.

[Verse 2: Gritty, no-nonsense]

From the streets of Buffalo to the field of play,
We’re the heart of the city, leading the way.
Chiefs got rings, but they’re in our sights,
Mahomes croaks like a frog, can’t sleep at night.
Swifties won’t save them, they’re running out of steam,
While we light up the board, living the dream.
Trent and Colin, beers held high,
This is our moment, reaching for the sky.

[Bridge: Building intensity, unstoppable]

In the snow and ice, we rise as one,
With Allen leading, we get shit done.
Keon, Kincaid, Cook in stride,
Buffalo’s power, nothing to hide.
Von’s on the hunt, Lombardi’s the goal,
This is our anthem, we’re taking control.

[Chorus: Anthemic, driven]

We’re Bills Mafia, chasing Lombardi’s name,
Breaking through the ranks, rewriting the game.
Jets can dream, but they’re out of luck,
2024’s our year, we’re here to disrupt.
Miami’s sinking, Tua’s out of time,
And the Pats? Bitch, they’ve lost their prime.

[Outro: Triumphant, full-force]

Bills Mafia rising, beers held high,
Under the bright Buffalo sky.
This is our anthem, our victory chant,
In Buffalo, we’re taking our chance.
Let’s Go Buffalo! Lombardi’s ours!
Let’s Go Buffalo! We’ve got the power!