LYRICS: Lil Yachty – Strike (Holster)

Latest Song By Lil Yachty – Strike (Holster). Miles Parks McCollum, known professionally as Lil Yachty, is an American rapper, singer, songwriter, and record producer. He first gained recognition on the internet in 2015 for his singles “One Night” and “Minnesota” from his debut EP Summer Songs. He released his debut mixtape Lil Boat in March 2016.

Lil Yachty drops the first track of his soon to be released album “Strike” (Holster), See Lyrics below.

STRIKE (Holster) LYRICS (Lil Yachty)

Yeah (Mm, mm)
Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
It’s us (Brr)

I been rolled up, yeah, 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

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 shit I shop at, Berlin just did
Drank man had cracked the seal, I begged him to sell it too (Oh dear)
Stars on or off, this shit ain’t nothin’, I switch the coupe (Gang)
Emo bitch, she lik? to go taste shrooms, look like Betty Boop (Y?ah, 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—, 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, yeah (Slatt, slatt, 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 somethin’ show them, show them, 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)

Yeah (Mm, mm)
Okay (Yeah), okay, okay (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
It’s us (Brr)

I been rolled up (Yeah), yeah, I was geekin’ (Yeah)
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