Sicko Mode Lyrics – Travis Scott | ASTROWORLD

Sicko Mode Lyrics: Sicko Mode Lyrics is an English song sung by Travis Scott from the album ASTROWORLD. Sicko Mode Song Track Number 3 is written by Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Aubrey Drake Graham, Bryan Higgins, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Chauncey Hollis, Chris Wallace, Christopher Edward Martin, Chylow M. Parker, Cydel Charles Young, Fred Scruggs, Harry Casey, Jacques Webster, James Jackson, John Hawkins, Kamaal Ibn Jonathan Davis Fareed, Keith Elam, Kevin Gomringer, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Kirk Jones, Luther Roderick Campbell, Malik Isaac Taylor, Mike Dean, Mirsad Dervic, Osten Harvey, Ozan Yıldırım, Roget Lutfi Chahayed and Tim Gomringer / T. 

Sicko Mode Lyrics

Song	Sicko Mode
Artist	Travis Scott
Album	ASTROWORLD
Released	2018
Writer	Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Aubrey Drake Graham, Bryan Higgins, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Chauncey Hollis, Chris Wallace, Christopher Edward Martin, Chylow M. Parker, Cydel Charles Young, Fred Scruggs, Harry Casey, Jacques Webster, James Jackson, John Hawkins, Kamaal Ibn Jonathan Davis Fareed, Keith Elam, Kevin Gomringer, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Kirk Jones, Luther Roderick Campbell, Malik Isaac Taylor, Mike Dean, Mirsad Dervic, Osten Harvey, Ozan Yıldırım, Roget Lutfi Chahayed and Tim Gomringer / T
Category	English Song Lyrics

Travis Scott Sicko Mode Lyrics

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 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 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 esés, I need the bootch

‘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

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

Someone said (playin’ for keeps)
Someone said, motherfuck what 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 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 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 shit, it’s stife”, 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 bitches shook, yeah

Ye-ah

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