[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 broker than a bitch, yean 'round that way

[Pre-Chorus]
The shit I did impossible to 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 be okay
Yeah, it's a party in thе U.S.A
Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A

[Verse 2]
Extendеd mag, knock some sheep down, for all that clip farming (Bop, bop, bop)
Loaded diaper, Glizzie tucked, I only shit Charmin
Catch his ass flaggin' with that pole and we gon' disarm him
No cheese but the opps Cheddar Bob, only time they dischargin'
Ayy, 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 (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, and I got it out a whole binder
Put the heat on him my choppa been gay before Grindr (Fuck)
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 (Fuck)
Fifty out the Glock, this shit jam packed (Ayy, ayy)
That lil' ho done give me Z 'cause 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 (Water boy, ayy)
Jitterbugs, no, we don't play (Play)
Dreidel man, I spark my lows (I spark my lows)
And if they dissin' on the dead, then we gon' bang

[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-yeah)
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—
Some shit like that