SICKO MODE (feat. Drake)

[Drake]

Astro

Yeah

Sun is down, freezin' 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 nothin' else

I tried to show 'em

Yeah

I tried to show 'em

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Goin' on you with the pick and roll

Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[Travis Scott]

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

2-4 hour lockdown, we made no moves

Now it's 4 AM 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

(Someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

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 eses, I need the bootch

'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

Told her: Hop in, you comin' too

In the 3-0-5, 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 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, motherfucker, someone said

Don't play us for weak

[Drake]

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 bus it to the dance (yeah)

Now I hit the FBO with duffels 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

7-6-7, 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, never)

It's on sight (yeah, what?)

Nothin' nice (yeah)

Baguettes in my ice (oh, 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 (ayy)

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 duffels in my hands

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

[Travis Scott]

Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly

Sendin' texts, 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

We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah

Shorty 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!