Party In The Gunshine State Lyrics – BLP KOSHER

Read the full Party In The Gunshine State lyrics by BLP KOSHER along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Blp Kosher’s music, you can also explore Gator Skin and Kong Fu Panda, two other songs by Blp Kosher.

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

[Pre-Chorus]
The s*it 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 s*it 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
Waving my Glock like yeah
Swinging 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

[Verse 2]
Extended mag, knock a sheep down, for all that clip farming
Loaded diaper, glizzie tuck, I only s*it charmin
Catch his ass flagging 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, m*mmy milkers
I was fishing for a hat I know some long lost killers
And this Glock came with a d!ck, I’m talking 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 shooting forty at the pole, don’t get ransacked

Fifty out the Glock, this s*it jam packed (Aye, aye)
That lil hoe done gave me zika she a damn gnat
Fu*k a cracker, I’ma rip my rod every time I get the chance
All that flagging on the gram, I put a cracker in the sand
Pistol party in the U.S.A, b!tch, I’m a Florida man
Until I D-I-E
Freestyling off the top, don’t mind me
I’m on cloud 9 getting cheese, call it Sky Bri
I sold out Irving Plaza b!tch, 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
Waving my Glock like yeah
Swinging 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 dissing 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 dying today)
Waving my Glock like yeah
Swinging 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 s*it like that