Lyrics

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, drinkin’ beers and dancin’,
Bills by a billi, like they’re playin’ Madden.

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 take us, but Terry wouldn’t have it.

Stay in Buff, it ain’t tough,
Best fans in the league, we call your bluff.
Got Josh’s back, when he drop back,
Best QB we’ve seen, that’s a fact.

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.

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.

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’.

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.

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

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.