Lyrics

[Intro: Thunderous drums, electrifying guitar riff]

Buffalo’s roaring, we own the night,
Bills Mafia’s here, ready to fight.
Folding tables snap, Labatt in hand,
Tailgates blazing, we’re taking a stand.

[Verse 1: Bold, relentless]

We’re New York’s finest, the real deal,
Jets stuck in Jersey, can’t handle the steel.
Josh Allen’s the captain, MVP grind,
Breaking down defenses, leaving them behind.
Keon’s in zero, ready to spark,
Kincaid’s in the zone, hitting his mark.
James Cook on the run, too fast to hold,
Buffalo’s surging, we’re breaking the mold.

[Chorus: Hard-hitting, full of pride]

We’re Bills Mafia, hear us shout,
Breaking tables, there’s no doubt.
Jets can dream, but they’re out of luck,
2024’s our year, and we don’t give a fuck.
Miami sinking, Tua’s outmatched,
And the Pats? Bitch, they’ve been scratched.

[Verse 2: Direct, intense]

From the streets to the field, we set the tone,
Buffalo’s power, fully grown.
Chiefs got rings, but we’re on the rise,
Swifties won’t save them, with those frog-like cries.
No wideouts to catch, 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 touch the sky.

[Bridge: Building energy, no turning back]

In the cold and the snow, we stand as one,
With Allen in charge, the job gets done.
Keon, Kincaid, Cook on the move,
Buffalo’s groove, nothing to prove.
Von’s on the hunt, eyes on the prize,
This is our moment, we will rise.

[Chorus: Hard-hitting, full of pride]

We’re Bills Mafia, hear us shout,
Breaking tables, there’s no doubt.
Jets can dream, but they’re out of luck,
2024’s our year, and we don’t give a fuck.
Miami sinking, Tua’s outmatched,
And the Pats? Bitch, they’ve been scratched.

[Outro: Triumphant, high-energy]

Bills Mafia rising, beers in the air,
Under the cold Buffalo glare.
This is our anthem, our final call,
In Buffalo, we’re taking it all.
Let’s Go Buffalo! Fuck the rest!
Let’s Go Buffalo! We’re the best!