LyricsSICKO MODE

Travis Scott

Last update on: August 5, 2018

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 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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