CoSantana’s reinterpretation of “Strike,” originally a Lil Yachty song titled “Strike (Holster),” exemplifies his artistic versatility within a mainstream production context. This rendition showcases CoSantana’s unique talent and musical vision.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, us (Holster)
It's us, It's us
Riled up, I was geekin' (Riled up, I was geekin')
I was high as fuck, tweakin' (Tweakin')
All the drank, it just got me drowning
Bitch, I'm dreamin' (Dreamin')
SRT, It's like Hellcat, not no demon (Demon)
I was tryna strike shit, I was tryna strike shit (Uh, uh)
I was tryna strike shit (Uh)
[Chorus]
He gon' get his mind hit
PTSD from them sirens
Percocets, rubbin' my eyelids
Fast car, bitch I pushed the motor (Motor)
Said she love me, I don't know her (Know her)
Why she laying on my shoulder?
[Verse 1]
Fashion, bitch, I do my thang, I wear Helmutlang
Beat it up, she just wanna fuck, I don't know her name
All these drugs, when I swerve that Coupe
Shit, stay in my lane
I just want these bucks
Hell nah, give a fuck 'bout fame
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, us
It's us, It's us
Riled up, I was geekin' (Riled up, I was geekin')
I was high as fuck, tweakin' (Tweakin')
All the drank, it just got me drowning
Bitch, I'm dreamin' (Dreamin')
SRT, It's like Hellcat, not no demon (Demon)
I was tryna strike shit, I was tryna strike shit (Uh, uh)
I was tryna strike shit (Uh)
[Bridge]
Where the fuck the opps at?
I can't even find it
Why the fuck this ho talkin'?
I don't even mind it, I don’t even–
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I don't put crushed ice in my soda, uh
Percy got her stuck like a holster (Yeah)
It's a gun in my holster (Gun)
This bitch want me to come over (Yeah)
She just want me, bend her over (Okay)
Off these drugs, I'm not sober
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, us
It's us, It's us
Riled up, I was geekin' (Riled up, I was geekin')
I was high as fuck, tweakin' (Tweakin')
All the drank, it just got me drowning
Bitch, I'm dreamin' (Dreamin')
SRT, It's like Hellcat, not no demon (Demon)
I was tryna strike shit, I was tryna strike shit (Uh, uh)
I was tryna strike shit (Uh)
[Chorus]
He gon' get his mind hit
PTSD from them sirens
Percocets, rubbin' my eyelids
Fast car, bitch I pushed the motor (Motor)
Said she love me, I don't know her (Know her)
Why she laying on my shoulder? (Shoulder)
(Nah)