SICKO MODE Lyrics - Travis Scott

Travis Scott  cover art
Release information
length: 5:12
producer: Hit‐Boy, CuBeatz, Tay Keith and OZ
vocal: Travis Scott and Drake
mixer: Mike Dean and Travis Scott
recording engineer: Travis Scott
additional producer: Mike Dean
additional: Swae Lee and H.A.W.K.
assistant mixer: Jimmy Cash and Sean Solymor
assistant recording engineer: Ben Sedano and Jon Sher
writer: Travis Scott, Cyhi the Prynce, Mike Dean, Hit‐Boy, Aubrey Drake Graham, Swae Lee, H.A.W.K., Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Mirsad Dervic, Rogét Chahayed, Tay Keith, Luke, Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Finch, The Notorious B.I.G., Easy Mo Bee, Bryan Higgins, Busta Rhymes, James Jackson, Phife Dawg, Guru, Chris Martin, Q‐Tip, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Tyrone Taylor, Fredro Scruggs, Jr., Sticky Fingaz, Chylow Parker
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 **** 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 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

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)

This **** 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 esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her "hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, *****es treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that *****!)
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 **** together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

Someone said (Playin' for keeps)
Someone said, ********** what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)

Yeah
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, **** these *****s up (Ay, ay)

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 **** 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)
*****s 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 **** wetty like I'm Sheck (*****!)
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 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

Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said "keep that on lock"
I said "you know this ****, 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
Shawty 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
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other *****es shook, yeah

Ye-ah

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