Lil Yachty – Strike (Holster) Lyrics

Album on LY6*

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah (Mm, mm)
Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
It’s us (Brr)

[Chorus]
I been fucked up, look, I was geekin’
I was, huh, I was high as fuck, tweakin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was tryna strike shit
I was tryna strike shit
I was tryna strike shit like a match, late night, yeah
Strike like I missed it, strike like I hit the pin
Strike like I’m not goin’ to work, strike, strike

[Verse 1]
You knew that shit weren’t real when you heard it, you
You know the guys sip on drank ’til it’s early, yeah
All of this Bottega, shit, I shopped at Burlington (Just did)
Drank man had cracked the seal, I begged him to sell it to— (I did)
Stars in the roof, this shit ain’t nothin’, I switch the coupе (Gang)
Emo bitch, she like to go take shrooms, look likе Betty Boop (Yeah)
Shittin’ me? Hop in SRTs and do Fruity Loops (Shittin’ me?)
He can’t play big bank, I switch out whips like they switch out shoes (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah (Mm, mm)
Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
It’s us (Brr)

[Chorus]
I been fucked up, look, I was geekin’
I was, huh, I was high as fuck, tweakin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was tryna strike shit
I was tryna strike shit (Strike)
I was tryna strike shit like a match, late night (Strike), yeah
Strike like I missed it (Yeah), strike like I hit the pin (Yeah)
Strike like I’m not goin’ to work (Yeah), strike, strike

[Verse 2]
Slide (Okay), slide, shoulders, huh, shoulder, uh
Stack them old hundreds, recreate Yoda
I don’t put no crushed ice in my soda
Perky got her stuck like a holster, uh
It’s a gun in my holster (No stylist)
New Balenci’ out in Dover (Two-twenty)
It’s a four in my soda
Sit it on a Balenci’ coaster (Shh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah (Mm, mm)
Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
It’s us (Brr)

[Chorus]
I been fucked up, look, I was geekin’
I was, huh, I was high as fuck, tweakin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was tryna strike shit
I was tryna strike shit
I was tryna strike shit like a match, late night, yeah
Strike like I missed it, strike like I hit the pin
Strike like I’m not goin’ to work, strike, strike