“Lil Yachty – Strike (Holster)” This latest hard project is bound to go to the top of the charts as we can see that the team behind it did their best to the execution of the work.
American rapper, Lil Yachty, has made a triumphant return with his latest track, “Strike (Holster)“. This highly anticipated release is sure to be a hit with fans of Lil Yachty’s unique style and sound.
With its infectious beat and catchy lyrics, “Strike (Holster)” is an amazing record that is sure to get stuck in your head. This track showcases Lil Yachty’s incredible talent as a rapper and songwriter, and is a must-have addition to any music lover’s playlist.
The song “Strike (Holster)” is just one of the many incredible tracks featured on Lil Yachty’s latest project, also titled “Strike (Holster)“. This body of work is a testament to Lil Yachty’s dedication to his craft, and is sure to solidify his place as one of the most exciting and innovative artists in the game today.
So what are you waiting for? Listen to Lil Yachty’s latest masterpiece, “Strike (Holster)“, and experience the magic for yourself. Share it with your friends and family, and download it to add to your personal music collection. You won’t regret it!
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“Strike (Holster) Lyrics“
Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
It’s us (Brr)
I been rolled up, yeah, I was geekin’
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
You know that shit look real when you already do
You know the gang sip on drank ’til it’s elegant
All this Bottega, should I slap that? Girl, I just did
Drank man had cracked the seal, I begged him to sell it (Took it)
Stars in or off, this shit ain’t nothin’, I switch the coupe (Gang)
Eat my bitch, she like to go taste shrooms, taste like Betty Boop (Yeah, yeah)
She ain’t me, coppin’ SRTs and do FruityLoops (She ain’t me)
He can’t play big bank, I switch out whips like they switch out shoes (Yeah)
Yeah (Mm, mm)
Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
It’s us (Brr)
I been rolled up, yeah, I was geekin’ (Yeah)
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, yeah (Strike, strike, strike)
Strike like I missed it (Yeah), strike like I hit the pin (Yeah)
Strike like I’m not goin’ to work (Yeah), strike, strike
Slide (Okay), slide, show them sum’, show them
Stack them old hunnids, recreate Yoda (Hm, hm, hm)
I’on put no crushed ice in my soda (Hm, hm, hm)
Perky got it stuck like a holster, uh (Hm, hm, hm)
It’s a gun in my holster (Hm, hm, hm, no status)
New Balenci’ out in Dover (Hm, hm, hm, 220)
It’s a four in my soda, sit on a Balenci’ coaster
Yeah (Mm, mm)
Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
It’s us (Brr)
I been rolled up, yeah, I was geekin’ (Yeah)
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