Lil Yachty – Strike (Holster)

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

[Refrain]
I been rolled up, look, I was geekin’
I w—, 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

[Couplet 1]
You know that shit look real when you already do
You know the guys sip on drank ’til it’s early, yeah
All this Bottega, shoulda 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 coupe (Gang)
Emo bitch, she like to go takе shrooms, look like Betty Boop (Yeah, yеah)
Shittin’ me? Coppin’ SRTs and do Fruity Loops (Shittin’ me?)
He can’t play big bank, I switch out whips like they switch out shoes (Yeah)

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

[Refrain]
I been rolled up, look, I was geekin’
I w—, 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

[Couplet 2]
Slide, slide, shoulders, huh, shoulders, uh
Stack them old hundreds, recreate Yoda (Hm, hm, hm)
I don’t put no crushed ice in my soda (Hm, hm, hm)
Percy got her stuck like a holster, uh (Hm, hm, hm)
It’s a gun in my holster (Hm, hm, hm, no stylist)
New Balenci’ out in Dover (Hm, hm, hm, 220)
It’s a four in my soda, sit it on a Balenci’ coaster (Shh)

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

[Refrain]
I been rolled up, look, I was geekin’
I w—, 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