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USA
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Hip-Hop/Rap
USA was released on February 27, 2026 by The Hip Hop Lab Records / EMPIRE as a part of the album Out On Bond Again
album cover
Release DateFebruary 27, 2026
LabelThe Hip Hop Lab Records / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM192

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyTron
BabyTron
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Johnson IV
James Johnson IV
Composer
Bernabe Rivas
Bernabe Rivas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Getta Beats
Getta Beats
Producer
Stefan Daniel Mitroi
Stefan Daniel Mitroi
Mixing Engineer
MarleyBeatz
MarleyBeatz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Globetrotter, bitch (Getta Beats)
Globetrotter, I just seen forty-nine out fifty—
Globetrottin', I seen forty-nine out of fifty, ShittyBoyz, alright
[Verse 1]
Globetrotter, I seen forty-nine out of fifty states
From Delaware to Arizona, we done rolled like fifty eighths
From Maryland to Idaho, Militia on a giffy race
Leave me 'lone, I'm on my way to Maine to pick up fifty, bae
Forgot where I'm at, Vermont or New Hampshire
My patience small as Rhode Island, you can cut the chatter
In New Haven, CT with some bloody bastards
My shotta out in Boston, Massachusetts got his jumper mastered
It's all love, but honestly, fuck New York
I'm in PA self-scannin', tryna up the score
My KY ho say I'm hung like a horse
Finna run 'em like a derby then let life run its course
We shootin' oranges down to Naptown to Indianamals
Could put a thousand on it, why you think this digi's crashable?
It's like me and sittin' still's incompatible
So I'ma shoot down to the O, get a gallon full
H-I-O
Made over three quarters out in Philadelphia, I'm sick I came Ivo
I'm through West V and VA, dodgin' cases
My bro tryna start a civil war, I'll Honest Abe 'em
My ho the only ten I see, y'all be chattin' nooga
Gang think they ICE, down in Florida, tryna snatch some Cubans
In the chase in Tuscaloosa, ASP might crash into us
Smack 'em from the US up to Italy for Ratatouille
From Charleston to Charlotte, we got the Carolina sold
In Jackson, Mississippi, swipin', tryna slide the store
I treat a bitch like a ho
I'm thinkin' Colorado next, I'm tryna buy some coats
On the Aspen side, I got my Cartiers on, on the classy side
Let's shoot to Ar-Kansas, I mean Arkansas
You know when thirties come in two, they hit hardest, dog
Louisiana vibes, bitches half-naked, Mardi Gras
We wasn't spooked in St. Louis, we went straight through it
Anthony Peeler in Missouri, I make plays, stupid
Ain't no Middle East here, just the Chiraq
Every time I hit Drillanois, I bring five straps
Every time I hit Wisconsin, I bring ice zaps
Every time cuddy hit Minne', he bring ice back
I'm double-cupped up in Iowa like Dave Blunts
Fuzz in North Dakota, in the sticks, scrapin' change up
And shot down to South Dakota, did the same stuff
Gang runnin' Wyo' from the 6 down to Yellowstone
They like, "Tron, how you in Montana with some yellowbones?"
You gon' drive-thru marriage in Nevada, finna sell your soul
When I'm down in Utah, I ball like Karl Malone
Minus the allegations, go ahead and park that boat
Shitty Boy, but I ain't take the Browns to the Super Bowl
If I'm down in TX, know a deuce was poured
I'm pullin' old scam tricks in New Mexico
Gang down in Cali with a few extra hoes
It ain't the Lakers, it's no fakers
Nebraska to Alaska if I go and stretch the paper
Matter fact, scratch that, this shit spreadin' past Decatur
Nike Tech out Beaverton, but I bet I don't Oregon duck
Dirty Drac' from Oklahoma, it'll leave your organs fucked
Gon' make my way back to Washington and that's just sure enough
Brandon Rush, I'm in Kansas tryna score a buck
They like, "Tron, where you been?" I been pullin' Georgia stunts (Okay, huh)
The last stop's Hawaii, then it's to the crib
I'ma hit Detroit, Saginaw, and Flint
I can't forget about lil' Ypsi
Go ahead and zoom out on your Maps app, I mastered it
[Outro]
ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit Militia
Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
T double-H L shit, you hip, skip?
You know the script, wipe your ass boys
Clear that tab clearin', I'm out on bond again
Written by: Bernabe Rivas, James Johnson IV
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