#HOLSTER! (Strike) Lyrics

Players fuck up all the time

(Mmm-mm, mmm-mmm-mmm)

(Uh-uh)

(Grrahh, grrahh-grrahh)

Uh (Uh-uhh, uhh-uhhhhh-uh)

Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten

Uh (Uh-uhh, uhh-uhhhhh-uh)

Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten

Im So Slimee

Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster

Stand-over

Damn, now it's over

I'ma put his ass under

Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)

That shit had a strike bitch like some fuckin' lightning

I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah

And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)

We in the car, no seatbelt but we strapped (Yeah)

You show off, get clapped (Yeah)

Pop out the cut, who that? (Yeah)

Like Saran, it's a wrap (Yeah)

I got the drac' with me shootin' like a Raptor

I really know how to rap, yeah

But I ain't a rapper, i'm a artist

I'ma draw then aim at a target

If I catch one in the market

He tryna run, get hit with the V', i'ma park him

Take off his crown, i'm flawless

It's a victory

Make his ass disappear, he a mystery

That nigga ain't tuff, he a bitch to me

Gun flash, you better not pick with me

Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster

Stand-over

Damn, now it's over

I'ma put his ass under

Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)

That shit had a strike bitch like some fuckin' lightning

I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah

And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)

She listen to Sexyy Red, i'll take her to Poundtown

Monday night thru Friday night, Raw, she let me Smackdown

Nigga try to run up, grrahh, make him backdown

Drac' in the bag, sprayground

Slam at him, takedown

I'ma spark a eighth, now

Fuck it, spark a pound

Wait, now

Hold up, like a dumbell

I'ma lift it, shoulders

He gettin' chipped like poker

Now, he stretched out like yoga

Bitch, i'm protein like YoGurt

Knock out his brain, i'll leave his shit on the floor

Now, it look like Peach Cobbler

Bitch, I got a Greek choppa'

Bang on shit like Giannis

Play for the Bucks like Giannis

Gun sing like Rihanna, that's a Man Down

Rum-pa-pum, that's the damn sound

Blicky, i'ma tuck in the holster

Stand-over

Damn, now it's over

I'ma put his ass under

Pack loud like some thunder (Gas-gas)

That shit had a strike bitch like some fuckin' lightning

I was tryna strike shit like a match, yeah

And i'm with yo' bitch, she eat dick like Ms. Pac (Yeah)

(Like Ms. Pac, yeah)

(She e-uhh, mmm-ahh, yeah)

(She eat dick like Ms. Pac, yeah)

(Pop out the cut, all black, yeah)