Lyrics

[Intro: Explosive drums, roaring guitar riff]

Buffalo’s electric, we light up the night,
Bills Mafia’s here, ready to fight.
Tailgates wild, smashing tables down,
Labatts in hand, the best party in town.

[Verse 1: Heavy, powerful]

New York’s 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 ignite,
Kincaid’s in the end zone, crossing the line.
James Cook running wild, defenses in pain,
Buffalo’s charging, like a runaway train.

[Chorus: High-energy, full of swagger]

We’re Bills Mafia, loud and proud,
Singing the shout song, 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 outclassed,
And the Pats? Bitch, they’re a thing of the past.

[Verse 2: Direct, no mercy]

From Orchard Park to downtown streets,
We’re the heartbeat, where Buffalo meets.
Chiefs might have rings, but we’re on the rise,
Swifties can’t save them, with those frog-like cries.
No wideouts to find, they’re lost in the smoke,
While we light up the scoreboard, making ‘em choke.
Trent and Colin, beers held high,
This is our anthem, we’re touching the sky.

[Bridge: Building intensity, charging forward]

In the snow and ice, we rise as one,
With Allen leading, the job gets done.
Keon, Kincaid, Cook, and more,
Buffalo’s power, knocking down doors.
Von’s on the hunt, eyes on the prize,
This is our moment, watch us rise.

[Chorus: High-energy, full of swagger]

We’re Bills Mafia, loud and proud,
Singing the shout song, 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 outclassed,
And the Pats? Bitch, they’re a thing of the past.

[Outro: Triumphant, victorious 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!