Buffalo - Connor Price & Nic D: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Connor Price & Nic D

Buffalo

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Buffalo was released on July 25, 2025 by 4 of clubs LLC & FRDi Entertainment as a part of the album Buffalo - Single

Song Details

AlbumBuffalo - Single

Release DateJuly 25, 2025

Label4 of clubs LLC & FRDi Entertainment

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM97

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Connor Price

Vocals

Nic D

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Connor Price

Songwriter

Nic D

Songwriter

J Laker

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

J Laker

Producer

Lyrics

Stirring up a herd of buffalo

Lookin at me crazy baby I prefer to hunt alone

Should I buy a humble home or a summer home

Matter fact the only struggle here is how to juggle both

Lucky with the 7's like I'm Double 0

Cold prolly froze got me thinking it's like one below

Iced out drippin lookin like I'm bout to shovel snow

With a corncob pipe and a button nose

Cinderella man how I struck a pose

Lacing up the gloves got me feeling like I'm Russell Crowe

Threw a uppercut and hit the mother load

Every thing goin work out and I ain't talkin bout the muscle tone

They say we really on to somethin but it's nothin though

We independent baby that's one thing you gonna know

Ain't nobody pullin strings, ain't a puppet show

And I never miss the Mark boy I'm Ruffalo

Throw the whole catalog on Shuffle mode

You know I got a couple these couple those

I been droppin by the bucket load

Never kink the hose that been flowin through my frontal lobe

I ain't attached to success man it come and go

That much I know

Got some ideas brewin like a cup of joe

Labels callin I don't pick up the phone

I like my privacy baby that's why I dug a moat

Midas with it everything I touch is gold

Cover field the way our luck has grown

Spider man with the dough boy everthing is comin home

If you don't love it I don't wanna know

Looking in my eyes you know I want it though

Got ride of my pride but there's still a subtle undertone

Got everything I wanted in abundance yeah I did it I done it

And found none of it in my comfort zone

Staring in the mirror like what's up with bro

Face to face and I just hope it doesn't come to blows

Tried to be discreet but at this point I think they gonna know

Goose down feather in the breeze I think my covers blown

My social battery is running low

It's just the price of becoming known

I heard you think you run the show

Every time I hear it make me laugh it's a running joke

I been here a while watched a lot of yall come and go

You complain about the climate like it's up in smoke

When the truth is

You planted the seed then never watered it and ended up talkin about how nothin grows

Its all gas no brakes man I'm stuck in go

Creativity peaks when the budgets low

I dodge a hater with a tuck n roll

They lookin for me they can't find me I'm like the remote

I'm way too remote

I'm way too remote

I'm way too remote

I'm way, let's go

So cold make em say brr (saber) like Buffalo

No sticks, no ice, but I got puck control

Every time I look up it's another goal

Nic threw the pass and you know I never fumble those

Touch down in your city got a couple shows

I remember writing song till the sun would show

Now I'm at the show with my son

Sold out from the font to the upper row

Sorry for the bloody nose

Play my cards I aint one to fold

Tell it to em straight I ain't bluff a soul

Lotta gate keepers tryna stunt your growth

I always share it with the class like a crumpled note

I learned form the best, didn't run alone

Nic gave me all the tools, taught the nuts and bolts

If we ranking independent rappers off of numbers grown

The I'm probably somewhere round third like I'm running home

Make em quiver like a hunters bow

Couple holes in your story like a sunken boat

Had to re-record the verse, heard my stomach groan

I'm sorry the more I win the more the hunger grows

Scrolling through the feed see a couple clones

I guess I'm not the only one who spun a globe

Made a career of copying everybody knows

But this ain't a petting zoo you'll never touch the goats

False prophets, no wonder why my trust is low

False profits, no wonder why the moneys low

Spirit getting watered down like a rum and coke

Got me always reaching for my Bible like I'm under oath

Ive been writing since I couldn't make my stubble grow

Now I got a handle on bars and no-one coming close

Knew it was over when I sung a note

I got it all, at the starting block waiting for the gun to blow

Boom

Thunderbolt, hit em with 100 volts

Type of energy that probably make the sun explode

But I'm still trying to hit a couple goals, yeah

I'm still evolving in this game like a thunder stone

Put the game on my back it ain't tough to hold

Heard your music, I was skipping like I'm chucking stones

Said you getting M's thats an L

Cause we know that that's both on cap like the plungers bros

Who they best duo let the public vote

If it ain't Con and Nic it's a Russian hoax

They say he's handsome and I'm cute we should cover Vogue

Camera couldn't take it man the shutter broke

In the studio looking like we summon ghosts

All these dead presidents its too much to fold

Most of it not done but we done the most

They looking for me they cant find me

They know

I'm way too remote

I'm way too remote

I'm way too remote

Written by: Connor Price, J Laker, Nic D

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