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  • Title:SICKO MODE
  • Artist:Travis Scott
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    Astro, yeah
    Sun is down, freezin' cold
    That's how we already know winter's here
    My dawg would prolly 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
    Gone on you with the pick and roll
    Young LaFlame, 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 to Papoose
    Had to hit my old town to duck the news
    Two-four hour 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 sellin' fruits
    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
    Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
    P-p-playin' 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 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
    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
    Playin' for keeps (Someone said motherfucker)
    Someone said
    Don't play us for weak
    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 epioo with duffles 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, nah)
    It's on sight (yeah, what?)
    Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, 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 booked (ayy)
    Wet like I'm Lindsay, I be spending Folie's
    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)
    Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance
    Now I hit the fbo with duffles in my hand (woo!)
    Had me out like a light (like a light)
    Like a light (yeah, like a light)
    Like a light (like a light)
    Like a light
    Yeah, pass the dawgs in celly
    Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
    He said "keep that on lock"
    I said "you know this shit, it’s life”, yeah
    It's absolute (yeah), I'm back rebute (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), just check the foots (yeah)
    Passes to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
    Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah