Travis Scott - SICKO MODE (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Travis Scott - SICKO MODE (en) Lyrics
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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
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
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
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
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
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, that's
what we like
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit
wetty like I'm Sheck
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
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