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by Travis Scott

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SICKO MODE” is a song by Travis Scott. This page features time-synced lyrics that highlight each line as the song plays — press play to sing along in real time. The lyrics contain 98 lines.

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Astro'

Yeah

Sun is down, freezing cold

That's how we already know winter's here

My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt

That's just all he know he don't know nothing else

I tried to show 'em, yeah

I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Going on you with the pick and roll

Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode

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(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, hop in our coupes

This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme 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 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew

I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice

Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits

And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

Someone said

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak

This shit way too formal, ya'll 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 bootch

'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, uh

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

Play-Play-Playing for keeps

Someone said, motherf-

Someone said

Don't play us for weak

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Yeah!

Astro

Yeah, yeah

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Ayy, ayy

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah)

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands

I did half a Xan, 13 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

Not 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), cut the lights (yeah)

Pay the price (yeah)

Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), 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 (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)

Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning 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 bust it to the dance

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)

I did half a Xan, 13 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, passed the dawgs a celly

He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah

He said, "Keep that on lock"

I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah

It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (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, yeah (check), 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

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SICKO MODETravis ScottReady
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Astro' Yeah Sun is down, freezing cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt That's just all he know he don't know nothing else I tried to show 'em, yeah I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Going 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, hop in our coupes This shit way too big, when we pull up gimme 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 4:00 a.m. and I'm back up popping with the crew I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice Different colored chains, think my jeweler really selling fruits And they choking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose Someone said To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) To win the retreat, we all in too deep Play-Play-Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak This shit way too formal, ya'll 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 bootch '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, uh 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 Play-Play-Playing for keeps Someone said, motherf- Someone said Don't play us for weak Yeah! Astro Yeah, yeah Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Ayy, ayy She's in love with who I am Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands I did half a Xan, 13 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 Not 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), cut the lights (yeah) Pay the price (yeah) Niggas think it's sweet (nah, never), 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 (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinning 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 bust it to the dance Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!) I did half a Xan, 13 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, passed the dawgs a celly He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah He said, "Keep that on lock" I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (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, yeah (check), 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
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