Lil Yachty – Strike (Holster) Lyrics

“Strike” (also known as “Holster”) is an unreleased song by Lil Yachty. It was first previewed by his sister, Nina Simone in December 2022. The snippet was popularized partly because of his sister’s singing along with the song, especially in the beginning of the first verse:

I’m puttin’ crushed ice in my soda
Perky got it stuck, like a holster, uh

Nina’s singing along was met with mixed reactions, however, professional basketball player Shai Gilgeous-Alexander previewed the beginning of the song without Nina’s voice on February 9, 2023.

Strike (Holster) Lyrics by Lil Yachty

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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 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 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 likе to go taste shrooms, look like Betty Boop (Yеah, 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)

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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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)

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

[Chorus]
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