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Travis Scott

Genres: Hip-Hop

Sicko Mode Lyrics - Travis Scott

Astro 

 

Sun is down, freezing cold 

That's how we already know winter's here 

My dawg would probably doing it for a Louis belt 

That's just all he know he don't know nothing else 

I tried to show him, yeah 

I tried to show him, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Goin' on you with the pick and roll 

Young LaFlame yeah he's in sicko mode 

 

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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, hop in our coupes 

This shit way too big, 

when we pull up give me the loot (give me the loot!) 

Was off the Remy, had to Papoose 

Had to hit my old town to duck the news 

Two-four all on lockdown, we make no moves 

Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew 

I just landed in Chase B mixes pop like Jamba juice 

Different colored chains, see my jeweler really selling fruits 

And they joking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose 

 

Someone said 

To win the retreat, we all in too deep 

Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said) 

To win the retreat, we all in too deep 

Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak 

 

This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit 

Stacy Dash, most these of 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 booch 

Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo 

Told her "hop in, you coming 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 

She said "where we going?" 

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 FaceTime me out the blue 

 

(Someone said) player, 

Player for keeps, (someone said, motherfucker) 

(Someone said) 

don't play us for weak 

 

(Yeah) 

Astro 

Yeah, yeah 

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up 

Ay, ay 

 

She's in love with who I am 

Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) 

Now I hit that epi O with duffles in my hand 

I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land 

Had me out like a light ehh 

Like a light ehh, like a light ehh 

 

Slept through the flight eh 

Not for the night eh 

Seven-sixty seven, 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), cut the lights (yeah) 

Pay the price (yeah) 

 

Niggas think it's sweet, it's on sight (yeah), nothing nice (yeah) 

Baguettes in my ice, 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, wet like I'm Book 

Wet like I'm Lizzy, I be spending finally 

Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what) 

Like where is he, no one seen him (yeah, what) 

I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) 

 

She's in love with who I am 

Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance 

Now I hit that epi-o with duffles in my hand (whoo!) 

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, pass the dozen celly 

He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah 

He said "keep that on lock" 

I said "you know this shit is tight", yeah 

It's absolute (yeah), I'm back rebute (it's lit!) 

LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr) 

We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah 

 

Shorty in the back, 

she said she working on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) 

Ain't by the book (yeah), this how it look (yeah) 

Bout a check, just check the foot 

Passes to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) 

Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah 

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