Travis Scott, Drake - SICKO MODE lyrics

Astro, yeah

Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know
He don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

(Woo) Made this here with all the
Ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up
They get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys
Hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up
Give me the loot (Gimme the loot)


Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 AM and I'm back
Up poppin' with the crew i just landed in
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains
Think my jeweler really sellin' fruit's
And they chokin', man
Know the crackers wish it was a noose

Some-Some-Some-Someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Play-Play-Playin' for keeps
Don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Play-Play-Playin' for keeps
Don't play us for weak

Yeah, this shit way too formal
Y'all know I don't follow suit stacey Dash
Most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made
Off records I produced
I might take all my exes and
Put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305
Bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said
"The moon" we ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean
It's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue

Someone said
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said play-Playin' for keeps
Someone said, mother, someone said
Don't play us for weak


Yeah! Astro, yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) ayy, ayy

She's in love with who I am
Back in high school
I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah

Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight
Ayy knocked for the night, ayy
767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (Down the block)
Made a right (yeah, right) cut the lights
(yeah, what?) , paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet
(Nah, never) , it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice
(yeah) , baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)
Jesus Christ
(yeah) , checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like
(yeah) , that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot
That shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch)
See the shots that I took
(Ayy) , wet like I'm Book (Ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie i be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)

She's in love with who I am
Back in high school
I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
(Woo)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light) like a light

Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I say, "You know this shit, it's stife
" yeah it's absolute, yeah
(yeah) , I'm back, reboot (It's lit)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they
Jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shorty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah
(Oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look
Yeah 'Bout a check, yeah
(Check) , just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter
I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes
Got these other bitches shook yeah