Lyrics Travis Scott ft. Drake - Sicko Mode tekst z albumu Astroworld. Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know, winter's here.
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“SICKO MODE” refers to Travis and Drake’s work ethic, showing they’re a cut above the competition by going into “sicko” or “beast” mode.
“Sicko,” or “6icko” (the 6 referring to Drake’s hometown Toronto), is a term derived from Drake’s vernacular. It refers to his friends, brought to the limelight by Golden State Warriors All-Star Kevin Durant, when he tweeted his reaction to Drake’s 2015 diss track, “Charged Up.”
The track has been teased as far back as 2017, when Drake teamed up with Louis Vuitton to release the track “Signs,” and Travis Scott replied to an Instagram post, saying:
Dawg probably do it for a Louis belt.
This is the latest collaboration from Travis and Drake, following “Company” and “Portland.” It’s worth noting that this is the first time Drake has appeared on a Travis Scott album.
As of March 9, 2019, “SICKO MODE” has been in the top 10 of the Billboard Hot 100 for 30 weeks and counting, making it the first hip-hop song to achieve the feat according to this Billboard article, it is also the seventh song of any genre to achieve this in the 60 year history of the Hot 100.
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Astro
Sun is down, freezing cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would probably doing it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know he don't know nothing else
I tried to show him, yeah
I tried to show him, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame yeah he's in sicko mode
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would probably doing it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know he don't know nothing else
I tried to show him, yeah
I tried to show him, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame yeah he's in sicko mode
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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 give me the loot (give me the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four all on lockdown, we make 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, see my jeweler really selling fruits
And they joking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
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 give me the loot (give me the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four all on lockdown, we make 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, see my jeweler really selling fruits
And they joking, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Playing for keeps, don't play us for weak
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This shit way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit
Stacy Dash, most these of 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 booch
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
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
Stacy Dash, most these of 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 booch
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
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) player,
Player for keeps, (someone said, motherfucker)
(Someone said)
don't play us for weak
Player for keeps, (someone said, motherfucker)
(Someone said)
don't play us for weak
(Yeah)
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ay, ay
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 bust it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit that epi O with duffles in my hand
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land
Had me out like a light ehh
Like a light ehh, like a light ehh
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit that epi O with duffles in my hand
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land
Had me out like a light ehh
Like a light ehh, like a light ehh
Slept through the flight eh
Not for the night eh
Seven-sixty seven, 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)
Not for the night eh
Seven-sixty seven, 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, 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, wet like I'm Book
Wet like I'm Lizzy, I be spending finally
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what)
Like where is he, no one seen him (yeah, what)
I'm tryna clean 'em (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, wet like I'm Book
Wet like I'm Lizzy, I be spending finally
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what)
Like where is he, no one seen him (yeah, what)
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 that epi-o with duffles in my hand (whoo!)
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
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the dance
Now I hit that epi-o with duffles in my hand (whoo!)
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
Yeah, pass the dozen celly
He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said 'keep that on lock'
I said 'you know this shit is tight', yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back rebute (it's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr)
We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah
He sending text ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said 'keep that on lock'
I said 'you know this shit is tight', yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back rebute (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, just check the foot
Passes to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
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, just check the foot
Passes 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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