Strike (Holster) Lyrics

Yea
Mm, mm, mm, mm mm mm it’s us

I be rollin
I was geekin
I was high as fuck
Tweakin’
I was tryna strike shit!
I was tryna strike shit!
I was tryna strike shit like a match!
Aye! Aye! Yea!
Strike like I missed it!
Strike like I hit the pin,
strike like I’m not going to work!
Strike! Strike!

You knew that shit wasn’t real when you heard it.
You know the guys sip on drank till it’s early.
All of this Bottega, shit I shopped at Burlington.
Drank man cracked a seal, I begged him to sell a ten.
Stars In the roof this shit ain’t nothing I switch the coupe Emo bitch, she like to go take shrooms, look like Betty bop Shittin me?
Hop in SRT’s and do fruity loops
He can’t play big bank
I switch out whips like they switch out shoes..
YEA!

Yea
Mm, mm, mm, mm mm mm it’s us

Slide, slide
Shoulders, shoulders
Stack them old hundreds recreat yoda
I don’t put no crushed ice in my soda,
Perkie got her stuck like a poster
It’s a gun in my holster
New balenci out in Dover (220)
It’s a four in my soda
Sit it on the balenci coaster

Yea
Mm, mm, mm, mm mm mm it’s us

Strike (Holster) Lyrics

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