โหลดเพลง mp3 SICKO MODE - Travis Scott

SICKO MODE (Explicit) - Travis Scott
Lyricist：Jacques Webster/Aubrey Graham/Chauncey Hollis/Ozan Yildirim/Cydel Young/Mirsad Dervic/BryTavious Chambers/Mike Dean
Composer：Jacques Webster/Aubrey Graham/Chauncey Hollis/Ozan Yildirim/Cydel Young/Mirsad Dervic/BryTavious Chambers/Mike Dean
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
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame he in sicko mode
Travis Scott/The Notorious B.I.G.：
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 sh*t way too big
When we pull up give me the loot
Gimme the loot
Was off the Remy had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four 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 mix this 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
Big Hawk/Swae Lee/Travis Scott：
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
Travis Scott/Swae Lee/Luke：
This sh*t 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 h**s 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 comin' too
In the 305 b**ches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
Don't stop pop that p**sy
Had to slop the top off it's just a roof uh
She said where we goin'
And 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 sh*t together
I'm the glue
Someone said
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Big Hawk/Swae Lee：
Someone said
P-playin' for keeps
Someone said motherf**ker someone said
Don't play us for weak
Drake/Travis Scott：
Yeah
Astro yeah yeah
Tay Keith f**k these n**gas up
Drake/Travis Scott：
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
Drake/Travis Scott：
Slept through the flight ayy
Knocked for the night ayy 767 man
This sh*t 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 what
Paid the price yeah
N**gas 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 sh*t wetty like I'm Sheck b**ch
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
Drake/Travis Scott：
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 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 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 sh*t it's stife yeah
It's absolute yeah 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
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 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 b**ches shook yeah
Yeah shook yeah