SICKO MODE
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Astro, yeah Sun is down,
freezin' cold
That's how we already
know winter's here
My dawg would prolly
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
(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 shit 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 on lockdown,
we made 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
Think my jeweler
really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man,
know the crackers
wish it was a noose
(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
This shit way too formal,
y'all know
I don't follow suit
Stacy 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 booch
'Bout to turn this function
to Bonnaroo
Told her “Hop in,
you comin' 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 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)
P-p-playin' for keeps,
(Someone said) don't
play us for weak
Yeah 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 bus it
to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit that
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, 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, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?)
Paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think
it's sweet (nan, 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 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 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)
(w//adlib)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school
I used to bus it to
the dance Now I
hit that 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,
Yeah, pass the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't
Sendin' kites, yeah
He said “keep that
on lock” I said
“you know this shit,
it's stife”, yeah
It'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, 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
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