[Verse 1]
I hopped out the plane at Lauderdale, was a humid day
Tunechi got the 30 on me, gunshine state
I be laughin' to the bank, I don't run the banks
Them boys broken than the bed [?]

[Pre-Chorus]
The shit I did impossible, the 12, call me Erik Ellington
I have smoke in palm beach, now I got beef wellington
Make the pigs beat they feet 'til that shit turn to gelatin
I might need a rest day

[Chorus]
Make him pull his hands up and chase his ass down
Every opp die today
Wavin' my Glock like yeah
Swingin' my rod like yeah
Make him put his hands up and chase his ass down
Yeah, I'm 'bout to bе okay
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A
Yeah, it's a party in thе U.S.A

[Verse 2]
Extended mag, knock a sheep down, for all that clip farming
Loaded diaper, glizzie tuck, I only shit charmin
Catch his ass flaggin' with that pole and we gon' disarm him
No cheese but opps cheddar Bob, only time they discharge it
Aye, I hit the curb, not the pillar
Two fifty rounds on the chop, mommy milkers
I was fishin' for a hat I know some long lost killers
And this Glock came with a dick, I'm talkin' long john silver (Yeah)
Aye, and I got it out a whole binder
Put the heat on him my choppa been gay before Grindr. (Yeah)
I was a jit, they go and extort the minor
BLP KOSHER, remember the name like it's Fort Minor
And if police ask me questions, I got Alzheimer's
I'm shootin' forty at the pole, don't get ransacked
Fifty out the Glock, this shit jam packed (Aye, aye)
That lil hoe done gave me zika she a damn gnat
Fuck a cracker, I'ma rip my rod every time I get the chance
All that flaggin' on the gram, I put a cracker in the sand
Pistol party in the U.S.A, bitch, I'm a Florida man
Until I D-I-E
Freestylin' off the top, don't mind me
I'm on cloud 9 gettin' cheese, call it Sky Bri
I sold out Irving Plaza bitch, I feel like Kyrie
I had magazines way before a ID
[Chorus]
Make him put his hands up and chase his ass down
Every opp die today
Wavin' my Glock like yeah
Swingin' my rod like yeah
Make him put his hands up and chase his ass down
Yeah, I'm 'bout to be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A

[Bridge]
Seventeen came with a drum
Jitterbugs, no, we don't play (Play)
Dreidel man, I spark my lows
And if they dissin' on the dead, then we gon' dance

[Chorus]
Make him put his hands up and chase his ass down
Every opp die today (Every opp dyin' today)
Wavin' my Glock like yeah
Swingin' my rod like yeah
Make him put his hands up and chase his ass down
Yeah, I'm 'bout to be okay
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A
[Outro]
Waterrr
Gunshine state
Dreidel man
Some shit like that