Travi$ Scott - Sicko Mode Lyrics (2024)

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Astro, yeahSun is down, freezin' coldThat's how we already know winter's hereMy dawg would prolly do it for a Louis beltThat's just all he know, he don't know nothin' elseI tried to show 'em, yeahI tried to show 'em, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahGone on you with the pick and rollYoung LaFlame, he in sicko modeWoo, made this here with all the ice on in the boothAt the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me looseYeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupesThis sh*t way too big, when we pull up give me the loot(Gimme the loot!)Was off the Remy, had a PapooseHad to hit my old town to duck the newsTwo-four hour lockdown, we made no movesNow it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crewI just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba JuiceDifferent colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruitsAnd they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a nooseSome-some-some, someone saidTo win the retreat, we all in too deepP-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)To win the retreat, we all in too deepP-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)This sh*t way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suitStacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clueAll of these hoes I made off records I producedI might take all my exes and put 'em all in a groupHit my esés, I need the bootch'Bout to turn this function to BonnarooTold her, "Hop in, you comin' too"In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke(Don't stop, pop that puss*!)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 roomShe thought it was the ocean, it's just the poolNow I got her open, it's just the GooseWho put this sh*t together? I'm the glue (someone said)Shorty FaceTimed me out the blueSomeone said (Playin' for keeps)Someone said, motherf*ck what someone said(Don't play us for weak)YeahAstroYeah, yeahTay Keith, f*ck these nigg*s up (Ay, ay)She's in love with who I amBack in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my handsI did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I landHad me out like a light, ayy, yeahLike a light, ayy, yeahLike a light, ayySlept through the flight, ayyKnocked for the night, ayy, 767, manThis sh*t got double bedroom, manI still got scores to settle, manI crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)nigg*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 threatWhen I shoot my shot, that sh*t 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' ValleyCircle 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 amBack in high school, I used to bus it to the danceNow I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I landHad me out like a light, like a lightLike a light, like a lightLike a light (yeah), like a lightLike a lightYeah, passed the dawgs a cellySendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeahHe said, "Keep that on lock"I said, "You know this sh*t, it’s life", yeahIt'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, yeahShawty in the backShe said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)Ain't by the book, yeahThis how it look, yeah'Bout a check, yeahJust check the foots, yeahPass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeahYe-ah

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Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jacques Webster, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Aubrey Drake Graham, Chauncey Hollis, Cydel Charles Young, Mike Dean, Mirsad Dervic, Ozan Yildirim, Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Bryan Higgins, Chris Wallace, Christopher Edward Martin, Chylow M. Parker, Fred Scruggs, Harry Casey, James Jackson, Kamaal Ibn Jonathan Davis Fareed, Keith Elam, Kevin Gomringer, Kirk Jones, Luther Roderick Campbell, Malik Isaac Taylor, Osten Harvey, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Tim Gomringer, Trevor Smith, Tyrone James Taylor, John Hawkins

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