Lyrics

[Intro]
Need the shout song, but now we got an anthem,
Dime on my arm, like Allen, I’m the man, son.
Posted in the lot, sippin’ beers, straight dancin’,
Bills by a billi, like they’re playin’ Madden.

[Verse 1]
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]
Stay in Buff, no sweat, that’s tough,
Best fans in the league, we call your bluff.
Josh drop back, and we got his back,
Best QB in the game, and that’s a fact.

[Verse 2]
Win AFC East with ease, we laughin’,
Got Tua, then Maye, back to back, we planned it.
Brady is gone, now our plans elaborate,
Bon Jovi tried to steal us, but Terry wouldn’t have it.
We on track, cold streak snapped, this is destiny,
Been said before, but now expect more, this gon’ be the team.
Knox’ll fight, Josh ain’t nice, that ol’ mug is mean,
Stars are stars, but don’t forget, it’s all about the team.

[Bridge]
Always good looks when James Cook’s on the scene,
And then there’s our D, tight as a machine.
Your fans can suck on that, ’cause the L is for your team,
Dolphins acting stupid, wins don’t mean a thing.

[Verse 3]
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.

[Chorus]
Come through Buff, come through Buff,
The tables have turned, we’ve had enough.
Smash through that, like a sack,
Boy, you gotta learn, there’s no goin’ back.

[Verse 4]
Jets on ayahuasca, but that ain’t doin’ shit,
Wasting time on drugs, that’s why they losin’.
Pats without Brady, depressed and abusin’,
Used to the wins, but that tradition’s losin’.

[Bridge]
Had your days in the light, now it’s our turn,
When this city wins, it’s gonna burn.
Yeah, we love to party, but handle biz,
Best chance is now, with 17 in the mix.

[Outro]
Bad man, bad man, down the whole roster,
Leave it to Beane, he assembled a monster.
A man with a plan, the top shot caller,
Process trusted, now there’s no doubters.
We Bills Mafia, loud and proud,
2024’s our year, we’re takin’ the crown.