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      Sicko Mode

      Travis Scott

      Album: Astroworld

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      Travis Scott - Sicko Mode Música y Letra

      [Drake]
      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
      
      [Travis Scott]
      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 lockdown, we made 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, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
      And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
      
      [Juicy J, Swae Lee & Travis Scott]
      Some-some-some, someone said
      To win the retreat, we all in too deep
      P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
      To win the retreat, we all in too deep
      P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
      
      [Travis Scott & Swae Lee]
      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 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 (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
      
      [Juicy J & Swae Lee]
      Someone said
      P-playin' for keeps
      Someone said motherf- what someone said
      Don't play us for weak
      
      [Drake, Lil Juice & Travis Scott]
      Yeah
      Astro
      Yeah, yeah
      Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
      Ay, ay
      
      [Drake & Travis Scott]
      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 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 Book (ayy)
      Wet like I'm Lindsey, 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)
      
      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 duffles in my hand (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 (yeah), like a light
      Like a light
      
      [Travis Scott]
      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 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
      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
      
      Ye-ah

      Travis Scott - Sicko Mode Música y Letra

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